The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
OMAR KHAYYAMI came like Water, and like Wind I go.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Justice is the soul of the universe.
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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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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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Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!
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The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair.
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.
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It’s too bad if a heart lacks fire, and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze. The day on which you are without passionate love is the most wasted day of your life.
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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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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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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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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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Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits-and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart’s Desire?
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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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If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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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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For in and out, above, about, below, ‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
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Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements.
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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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I have not asked for life. But I try to accept whatever life brings without surprise. And I shall depart again without having questioned anyone about my strange stay here on earth.
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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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The Revelations of Devout and Learn’d Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn’d, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return’d.
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Into this universe, and why not knowing Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as wind along the wate, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing.
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