Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, have done my credit in this World much wrong; have drowned my Glory in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song.
OMAR KHAYYAMWe 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice.
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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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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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As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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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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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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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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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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Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah’s plans to him – He formed them all without consulting thee.
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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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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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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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The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots.
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