94+ Best Omar Khayyam Quotes: Exclusive Selection

Omar Khayyam was a Persian mathematician, astronomer, philosopher, and poet. He was born in Nishabur, in northeastern Iran, and spent most of his life near the court of the Karakhanid and Seljuq rulers in the period which witnessed the First Crusade. Profoundly inspirational Omar Khayyam quotes will brighten up your day and make you feel ready to take on anything.

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Famous Omar Khayyam Quotes

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 Khayyam

Give me a flagon of red wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness. If with such store I might sit by thy dear side in some lonely place, I should deem myself happier than a king in his kingdom. — Omar Khayyam

Why ponder thus the future to foresee, and jade thy brain to vain perplexity? Cast off thy care, leave Allah’s plans to him – He formed them all without consulting thee. — Omar Khayyam

But helpless Pieces of the Game He plays Upon this Checker-board of Nights and Days; Hither and thither moves, and checks, and slays, And one by one back in the Closet lays. — Omar Khayyam

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

Yes, the first morning of creation wrote what the last dawn of reckoning shall read. — Omar Khayyam

Up from Earth’s Centre through the Seventh Gate rose, and on the Throne of Saturn sate; And many a Knot unravel’d by the Road; But not the Master-knot of Human Fate. — Omar Khayyam

I hide my distress, just likethe blessed birds hide themselveswhen they are preparing to die. Wine! Wine, roses, music and yourindifference to my sadness, my loved-one! — 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

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

So I be written in the Book of Love. I do not care about that Book Above. Erase my name, or write it as you will. So I be written in the Book of Love. — Omar Khayyam

Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet. — Omar Khayyam

The Flower that once has blown forever dies. — 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

The Revelations of Devout and Learn’d Who rose before us, and as Prophets burn’d, Are all but Stories, which, awoke from Sleep They told their comrades, and to Sleep return’d. — Omar Khayyam

Oh! My beloved! fill the cup, that clears to-day of past regrets and future fears. — Omar Khayyam

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

Fools, your reward is neither here nor there. — Omar Khayyam

You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more. — Omar Khayyam

The secret must be kept from all non-people. The mystery must be hidden from all idiots. — 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

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

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

The Grape that can with Logic absolute The Two-and-Seventy jarring Sects confute: The sovereign Alchemist that in a trice Life’s leaden metal into Gold transmute. — Omar Khayyam

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul. — Omar Khayyam

This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place. — 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

I can’t reveal the mystery to either saint or sinner; I can’t state at length what I’ve said curtly; I achieve an altered state that I can’t explain; I have a secret that I cannot share. — Omar Khayyam

Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit. — Omar Khayyam

The rose that once has bloomed forever dies. — Omar Khayyam

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

So when that Angel of the darker Drink, at last shall find you by the river-brink, And, offering his Cup, invite your Soul forth to your Lips to quaff-you shall not shrink. — Omar Khayyam

Think not I dread to see my spirit fly, Through the dark gates of fell mortality; Death has no terrors when the life is true; ‘Tis living ill that makes us fear to die. — Omar Khayyam

Justice is the soul of the universe. — Omar Khayyam

Old Khayyám, 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

We are in truth but pieces on this chess board of life, which in the end we leave, only to drop one by one into the grave of nothingness. — Omar Khayyam

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

Tomorrow! – Why, tomorrow I may be Myself with yesterday’s sev’n thousand years. — 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

To be free of belief and unbelief is my religion. — Omar Khayyam

For in and out, above, about, below, ‘Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show, Played in a Box whose Candle is the Sun, Round which we Phantom Figures come and go. — Omar Khayyam

Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss’d Of the Two Worlds so wisely – they are thrust Like foolish Prophets forth; their Words to Scorn Are scattered, and their mouths are stopped with Dust. — Omar Khayyam

When you are so full of sorrow that you can’t walk, can’t cry anymore, think about the green foliage that sparkles after the rain. When the daylight exhausts you, when you hope a final night will cover the world, think about the awakening of a young child. — Omar Khayyam

And that inverted bowl we call The Sky, where under 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

The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line nor all thy tears wash out a word of it. — 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

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. — Omar Khayyam

A drink is shorter than a tale — 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

Tonight I will make a tun of wine, Set myself up with two bowls of it; First I will divorce absolutely reason and religion, Then take to wife the daughter of the vine — Omar Khayyam

Algebras are geometric facts which are proved. — Omar Khayyam

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

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. — Omar Khayyam

The entire world shall be populous with that action which saves one soul from despair. — Omar Khayyam

Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! — 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 as in I went. — Omar Khayyam

Here’s to the man Who owns the land That bears the grapes That makes the wine That tastes as good As this does. — 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 blackened – Man’s forgiveness give and take! — Omar Khayyam

You’ve seen the world, and all you’ve seen is nothing; and everything, as well, that you have said and heard is nothing. You’ve sprinted everywhere between here and the horizon; it is nothing. And all the possessions you’ve treasured up at home are nothing. — Omar Khayyam

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

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

A hair divides what is false and true. — Omar Khayyam

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

Ah make the most of what yet we may spend,Before we too into dust descend — Omar Khayyam

Drink! for you know not when you came, nor why; Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where. — Omar Khayyam

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

By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom. — Omar Khayyam

Whoever thinks algebra is a trick in obtaining unknowns has thought it in vain. No attention should be paid to the fact that algebra and geometry are different in appearance. Algebras (jabbre and maqabeleh) are geometric facts which are proved by propositions five and six of Book two of Elements. — Omar Khayyam

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. — 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

As far as you can avoid it, do not give grief to anyone. Never inflict your rage on another. If you hope for eternal rest, feel the pain yourself; but don’t hurt others. — Omar Khayyam

The thoughtful soul to solitude retires. — Omar Khayyam

A Moment’s Halt-a momentary taste Of BEING from the Well amid the Waste- And, Lo! the phantom Caravan has reach’d The NOTHING it set out from. Oh, make haste! — Omar Khayyam

Into this universe, and why not knowing Nor whence, like water willy-nilly flowing; And out of it, as wind along the wate, I know not whither, willy-nilly blowing. — Omar Khayyam

Don’t cry upon you losses Don’t mesure today with tommorows Don’t trust to passed and coming day Believe in now – and be happy today. — 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

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

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. — Omar Khayyam

Drunkards are doomed to hell, so men declare, Believe it not, ’tis but a foolish scare; Heaven will be empty as this hand of mine, If none who love good drink find entrance there — Omar Khayyam

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. — 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

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

There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see. — 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

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

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End! — 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

If I don’t enjoy myself now, when shall I? — 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

The unbeliever knows his Koran best. — Omar Khayyam

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

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

To-day is thine to spend, but not to-morrow; Counting on morrows breedeth bankrupt sorrow: O squander not this breath that Heaven hath lent thee; Make not too sure another breath to borrow. — Omar Khayyam

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