I came like Water, and like Wind I go.
OMAR KHAYYAMInto 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.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I?
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The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.
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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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When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back.
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The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.
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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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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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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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Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life’s Liquor in its Cup be dry.
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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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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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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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Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but a little way To fly-and Lo! the Bird is on the Wing.
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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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Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the life is true; ‘Tis living ill that makes us fear to die.
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