The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
OMAR KHAYYAMBy Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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The Revelations of Devout and Learn’d Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn’d, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return’d.
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Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child.
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Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits-and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire?
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Into this universe, and why not knowing Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as wind along the wate, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev’n with Paradise devise the snake; For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened – Man’s forgiveness give and take!
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I hide my distress, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and your indifference to my sadness, my loved-one!
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