Men talk of heaven, – there is no heaven but here; Men talk of hell, – there is no hell but here; Men of hereafters talk and future lives, – O love, there is no other life – but here.
OMAR KHAYYAMMy friend, let’s not think of tomorrow, but let’s enjoy this fleeting moment of life.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
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Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
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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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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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Drink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
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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 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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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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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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The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
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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.
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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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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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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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The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!
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