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.
OMAR KHAYYAMOh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears.
More Omar Khayyam Quotes
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Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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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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A hair divides what is false and true.
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A drink is shorter than a tale.
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It’s too bad if a heart lacks fire, and is deprived of the light of a heart ablaze. The day on which you are without passionate love is the most wasted day of your life.
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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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I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell.
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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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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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Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum!
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The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.
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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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Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
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Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!
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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.
OMAR KHAYYAM