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.
OMAR KHAYYAMBetter be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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The value of three things is justly appreciated by all classes of men: youth, by the old; health, by the diseased; and wealth, by the needy.
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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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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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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
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Wake! For the Sun, who scatter’d into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav’n, and strikes The Sultan’s Turret with a Shaft of Light.
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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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Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate.
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Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
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We are thinking about bad only those who are worse than we are, and those who are better than us … I’m just not up to us … One does not follow it than smell roses. Another of the bitter herbs will produce honey. Give bread to one – will remember forever. Another life donation – do not understand.
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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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Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.
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