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.
OMAR KHAYYAMDrink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
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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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When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
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Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.
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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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To wisely live your life, you don’t need to know much just remember two main rules for the beginning: You better starve, than eat whatever And better be alone, than with whoever.
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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 thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d Of the Two Worlds so wisely – they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scattered, and their mouths are stopped with Dust.
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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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To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion.
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To friends and eke to foes true kindness show; No kindly heart unkindly deeds will do; Harshness will alienate a bosom friend. And kindness reconcile a deadly foe.
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The wine-cup is the little silver well, Where truth, if truth there be, doth dwell.
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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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