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.
OMAR KHAYYAMI came like Water, and like Wind I go.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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A hair divides what is false and true.
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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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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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This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.
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The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
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To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow.
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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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My friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
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I hide my distress, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and your indifference to my sadness, my loved-one!
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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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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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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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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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