I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
OMAR KHAYYAMA loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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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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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return’d to me, And answer’d: ‘I Myself am Heav’n and Hell.
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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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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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I can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share.
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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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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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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Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read.
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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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If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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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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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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We 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.
OMAR KHAYYAM