Heaven has not learned of my arrival, and my departure will not in the least diminish it beauty and grandeur. I will sleep underground, for us ephemeral mortals, the only eternity is the moment and drinking to the moment is better than weeping for it.
OMAR KHAYYAMDrink! For you know not whence you came nor why.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
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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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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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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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I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.
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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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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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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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The unbeliever knows his Koran best.
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Don’t cry upon your losses Don’t measure today with tomorows Don’t trust to be passed and coming day believe in now – and be happy today.
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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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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I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
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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 clay, so strong of heart, of sense so fine, Surely such clay is more than half divine–‘Tis only fools speak evil of the clay, The very stars are made of clay like mine.
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