Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
OMAR KHAYYAMWhy, 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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By 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.
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To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.
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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.
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Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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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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When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
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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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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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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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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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Myself when young did eagerly frequent doctor and saint, and heard great argument about it and about: but evermore came out by the same door as in I went.
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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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