Omar Khayyam Quotes & Wallpapers

Omar Khayyam
Total Quotes: 206


Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai Whose portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin'd Hour and went his way. Omar Khayyam

The value of three things is justly appreciated by all classes of men: youth, by the old; health, by the diseased; and wealth, by the needy. Omar Khayyam

Tis all a Checker-board of Nights and days where Destiny with Men for Pieces plays: Hither and thither moves, and mates and slays, and one by one back in the Closet lays. Omar Khayyam

Diversity of worship has divided the human race into seventy-two nations. From among all their dogmas, I have selected one, Divine Love. Omar Khayyam

Oh, the brave Music of a distant drum! Omar Khayyam

My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life. Omar Khayyam

The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on. Omar Khayyam

Heaven but the vision of fulfilled desire, and Hell the shadow from a soul on fire. Omar Khayyam

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend, Before we too into the Dust descend; Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and - sans End! Omar Khayyam

The Vine had struck a fibre: which about If clings my being - let the Dervish flout; Of my Base metal may be filed a Key, That shall unlock the Door he howls without. Omar Khayyam

What! from his helpless Creature be repaid Pure Gold for what he lent him dross-allay'd - Sue for a Debt he never did contract, And cannot answer - Oh, the sorry trade! Omar Khayyam

And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel, And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour - Well, I wonder often what the Vintners buy One half so precious as the stuff they sell. Omar Khayyam

And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky, Whereunder crawling coop't we live and die, Lift not thy hands to It for help -for It Rolls impotently on as Thou or I. Omar Khayyam

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - And Wilderness is Paradise enow. Omar Khayyam

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. Omar Khayyam

Tomorrow! - Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday's sev'n thousand years. Omar Khayyam

I came like Water, and like Wind I go. Omar Khayyam

Ah Love! could you and I with him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire Would we not shatter it to bits-and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire? Omar Khayyam

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. Omar Khayyam

Not oft near home does genius brightly shine, No more than precious stones while in the mine. Omar Khayyam

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. Omar Khayyam

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. Omar Khayyam

Before the phantom of False morning died, Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried, When all the Temple is prepared within, Why nods the drowsy Worshipper outside? Omar Khayyam

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 Boad, Which to discover we must travel too. Omar Khayyam

And that inverted Bowl they call the Sky, Whereunder crawling cooped we live and die, Lift not your hands to It for help - for it As impotently moves as you or I Omar Khayyam

The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing - Oh, make haste! Omar Khayyam

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented Manuscript should close! Omar Khayyam

And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before The Tavern shouted - Open then the Door! You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more. Omar Khayyam

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. Omar Khayyam

Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit Of This and That endeavour and dispute; Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit. Omar Khayyam

And lately, by the Tavern Door agape, Came shining through the Dusk an Angel Shape Bearing a Vessel on his Shoulder; and He bid me taste of it; and 'twas - the Grape! Omar Khayyam

Yet Ah, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youth's sweet-scented manuscript should close! The Nightingale that in the branches sang, Ah, whence, and whither flown again, who knows! Omar Khayyam

Justice is the soul of the universe. Omar Khayyam

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 Khayyam

Hearts are like tapers, which at beauteous eyes Kindle a flame of love that never dies; And beauty is a flame, where hearts, like moths, Offer themselves a burning sacrifice. Omar Khayyam

How sad, a heart that does not know how to love, that does not know what it is to be drunk with love. If you are not in love, how can you enjoy the blinding light of the sun, the soft light of the moon? Omar Khayyam

Awake, my Little ones, and fill the Cup Before Life's Liquor in its Cup be dry. Omar Khayyam

How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting? Better go drunk and begging round the taverns. Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this clay of yours Will make a cup, bowl, one day a jar. When once you hear the roses are in bloom, Then is the time, my love, to pour the wine; Houris and palaces and Heaven and Hell- These are but fairy-tales, forget them all. Omar Khayyam

The world will turn when we are earth As though we had not come nor gone; There was no lack before our birth, When we are gone there will be none. Omar Khayyam

Indeed the Idols I have loved so long, have done my credit in this World much wrong; have drowned my Glory in a shallow Cup, and sold my Reputation for a Song. Omar Khayyam

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love. Omar Khayyam

The Flower that once has blown forever dies. Omar Khayyam

I wonder what the vintners buy one half so precious as the stuff they sell. Omar Khayyam

Realise this: one day your soul will depart from your body and you will be drawn behind the curtain that floats between us and the unknown. While you wait for that moment, be happy, because you don't know where you came from and you don't know where you will be going. Omar Khayyam

Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close! Omar Khayyam

We are thinking about bad only those who are worse than we are, and those who are better than us ... I'm just not up to us ... One does not follow it than smell roses. Another of the bitter herbs will produce honey. Give bread to one - will remember forever. Another life donation - do not understand ... Omar Khayyam

He who has one enemy shall meet him everywhere. Omar Khayyam

Ah, Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme of Things entire, Would not we shatter it to bits - and then Re-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire! Omar Khayyam

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light. Omar Khayyam

Now the New Year reviving old Desires, The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires, Where the White Hand Of Moses on the Bough Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires. Omar Khayyam

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say; Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday? Omar Khayyam

With them the seed of Wisdom did I sow, And with mine own hand wrought to make it grow; And this was all the Harvest that I reap'd - I came like Water, and like Wind I go. Omar Khayyam

Then to the lip of this poor earthen Urn I lean'd, the Secret of my Life to learn: And Lip to Lip it murmur'd - While you live Drink! - for, once dead, you never shall return. Omar Khayyam

But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door You gaze To-day, while You are You - how then To-morrow, You when shall be You no more? Omar Khayyam

Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare Blaspheme the twisted tendril as a Snare? A Blessing, we should use it, should we not? And if a Curse - why, then, Who set it there? Omar Khayyam

Oh, threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! One thing at least is certain - This Life flies; One thing is certain and the rest is Lies; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies. Omar Khayyam

We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show; Omar Khayyam

Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare; To-morrow's Silence, Triumph, or Despair: Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where. Omar Khayyam

Oh, Thou who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev'n with Paradise devise the Snake: For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blacken'd - Man's forgiveness give - and take! Omar Khayyam

Whereat some one of the loquacious Lot - I think a Sufi pipkin-waxing hot - All this of Pot and Potter - Tell me then, Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot? Omar Khayyam

Well, Murmur'd one, Let whoso make or buy, My Clay with long Oblivion is gone dry: But fill me with the old familiar juice, Methinks I might recover by and by. Omar Khayyam

Men talk of heaven, - there is no heaven but here; Men talk of hell, - there is no hell but here; Men of hereafters talk and future lives, - O love, there is no other life - but here. Omar Khayyam

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life. Omar Khayyam

A loaf of bread, a jug of wine, and thou. Omar Khayyam

A hair divides what is false and true. Omar Khayyam

When I want to understand what is happening today or try to decide what will happen tomorrow, I look back. Omar Khayyam

You know, my friends, with what a brave carouse I made a Second Marriage in my house; favored old barren reason from my bed, and took the daughter of the vine to spouse. Omar Khayyam

A drink is shorter than a tale Omar Khayyam

Old Khayyam, say you, is a debauchee;If only you were half so good as he!He sins no sins but gentle drunkenness,Great-hearted mirth, and kind adultery.But yours the cold heart, and the murderous tongue,The wintry soul that hates to hear a song,The close-shut fist, the mean and measuring eye,And all the little poisoned ways of wrong. Omar Khayyam

Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light Omar Khayyam



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