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.
[Fate]
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The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires.
[Solitude]
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The worldly hope men set their hearts upon turns ashes - or it prospers; and anon, like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a little hour or two - is gone.
[Hope]
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There was the Door to which I found no key; There was the Veil through which I might not see.
[Future]
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Tomorrow! - Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday's sev'n thousand years.
[Tomorrow]
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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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Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose. That Youth's sweetscented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang Ah whence and whither flown again, who knows?
[Spring]
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You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a second marriage in my house; Divorced old barren reason from my bed, And took the daughter of the vine to spouse.
[Reason]
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