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.
OMAR KHAYYAMHow 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?
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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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Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
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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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Give me a flagon of red wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness. If with such store I might sit by thy dear side in some lonely place, I should deem myself happier than a king in his kingdom.
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So when that Angel of the darker Drink, at last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul forth to your Lips to quaff-you shall not shrink.
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And 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.
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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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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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He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere.
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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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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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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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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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