Omar Khayyam Quotes
A Persian polymath, mathematician, philosopher, astronomer, physician, and poet.
(1048 - 1131)
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A book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
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A hair divides what is false and true.
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A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou.
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Ah love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry scheme of things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits - and then Re-mold it nearer to the heart's desire!
[Desire]
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Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum!
[Credit]
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All this of Pot and Potter - Tell me then, Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
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And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die, Lift not your hands to it for help - for it As impotently moves as you or I.
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And this I know; whether the one True Light Kindle to Love, or Wrath consume me quite, One flash of it within the Tavern caught Better than in the temple lost outright.
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Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.
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Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
[Drinking]
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Dust into dust, and under dust, to lie, Sans wine, sans song, sans singer, and - sans end.
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Heav'n is but the vision of fulfill'd desire. And hell the shadow from a soul on fire.
[Heaven]
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I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell, And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell."
[Soul]
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I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
[Flowers]
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Living Life Tomorrow's fate, though thou be wise, Thou canst not tell nor yet surmise; Pass, therefore, not today in vain, For it will never come again.
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Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument About it and about: but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went.
[Argument]
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Oh thou, who didst with pitfall and with gin Beset the road I was to wander in, Thou wilt not with predestin'd evil round Enmesh, and then impute my fall to sin.
[Sin]
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One thing is certain and the rest is lies; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
[Flowers]
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Strange - is it not? - that of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the road Which to discover we must travel too.
[Death]
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The bird of time has but a little way To flutter - and the bird is on the wing.
[Time]
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