The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
OMAR KHAYYAMDon’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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Fools, your reward is neither here nor there.
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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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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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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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Here’s to the man Who owns the land That bears the grapes That makes the wine That tastes as good As this does.
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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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Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years.
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Think, in this batter’d Caravanserai Whose portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin’d Hour and went his way.
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I can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share.
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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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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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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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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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How sad, a heart that does not know how to love, that does not know what it is to be drunk with love. If you are not in love, how can you enjoy the blinding light of the sun, the soft light of the moon?
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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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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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To wisely live your life, you don’t need to know much just remember two main rules for the beginning: You better starve, than eat whatever And better be alone, than with whoever.
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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
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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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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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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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Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
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A hair divides what is false and true.
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