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.
OMAR KHAYYAMAwake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
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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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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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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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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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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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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays.
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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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If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness.
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Living Life Tomorrow’s fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.
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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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