In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be planted in their souls.
OMAR KHAYYAMAnd this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love.
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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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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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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Don’t cry upon your losses Don’t measure today with tomorows Don’t trust to be passed and coming day believe in now – and be happy today.
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You’ve seen the world, and all you’ve seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You’ve sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you’ve treasured up at home are nothing.
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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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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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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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Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d Of the Two Worlds so wisely – they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scattered, and their mouths are stopped with Dust.
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A hair divides what is false and true.
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He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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