Omar Khayyám quotes - page 2

Omar Khayyám was a Persian mathematician, astronomer, and poet, renowned for his contributions to science and literature. His quatrains, known as the Rubáiyát, are celebrated for their philosophical depth and lyrical beauty. He inspired generations with his insights into mathematics, the cosmos, and the human condition. Here are 110 of his quotes:

And fear not lest Existence closing your
Account, and mine, should know the like no more;
The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour'd
Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour. (Omar Khayyám)

Whose secret Presence, through Creation's veins Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains; Taking all shapes from Mah to Mahi; and They change and perish all - but He remains.

Omar Khayyám

Would you that spangle of Existence spend About the Secret - Quick about it, Friend! A Hair perhaps divides the False and True - And upon what, prithee, may life depend?

Omar Khayyám

The moving finger writes, and having written moves on. Nor all thy piety nor all thy wit, can cancel half a line of it.

Omar Khayyám

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-mould it nearer to the Heart's Desire!

Omar Khayyám

Alike for those who for To-day prepare, And those that after some To-morrow stare, A Muezzin from the Tower of Darkness cries "Fools! your Reward is neither Here nor There."

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A moment guess'd - then back behind the Fold Immerst of Darkness round the Drama roll'd Which, for the Pastime of Eternity, He doth Himself contrive, enact, behold.

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O 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 bloomed for ever dies.

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Perplext no more with Human or Divine, To-morrow's tangle to the winds resign, And lose your fingers in the tresses of The Cypress - slender Minister of Wine.

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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.

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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! (Omar Khayyám)

I was unable to devote myself to the learning of this algebra and the continued concentration upon it, because of obstacles in the vagaries of time which hindered me; for we have been deprived of all the people of knowledge save for a group, small in number, with many troubles, whose concern in life is to snatch the opportunity, when time is asleep, to devote themselves meanwhile to the investigation and perfection of a science; for the majority of people who imitate philosophers confuse the true with the false, and they do nothing but deceive and pretend knowledge, and they do not use what they know of the sciences except for base and material purposes; and if they see a certain person seeking for the right and preferring the truth, doing his best to refute the false and untrue and leaving aside hypocrisy and deceit, they make a fool of him and mock him.

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

Omar Khayyám

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."

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By the help of God and with His precious assistance, I say that Algebra is a scientific art. The objects with which it deals are absolute numbers and measurable quantities which, though themselves unknown, are related to "things" which are known, whereby the determination of the unknown quantities is possible.

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For some we loved, the loveliest and the best That from his Vintage rolling Time hath prest, Have drunk their Cup a Round or two before, And one by one crept silently to rest.

Omar Khayyám

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 Khayyám

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 Khayyám

And this reviving Herb whose tender Green Fledges the River-Lip on which we lean - Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen!

Omar Khayyám

For "Is" and "Is-not" though with Rule and Line And "Up" and "Down" by Logic I define, Of all that one should care to fathom, Was never deep in anything but - Wine.

Omar Khayyám

There was the Door to which I found no Key;
There was the Veil through which I might not see:
Some little talk awhile of Me and Thee
There was - and then no more of Thee and Me. (Omar Khayyám)

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?

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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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Ah, my Belov'ed fill the Cup that clears To-day Past Regrets and Future Fears: To-morrow!

Omar Khayyám

The thoughtful soul to solitude retires.

Omar Khayyám

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Occupation: Persian Mathematician
Born: May 12, 1048
Died: November 27, 1131
Quotes count: 110
Wikipedia: Omar Khayyám

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