Alas Quote by Omar Khayyam Download Open image “Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! That Youths sweet-scented Manuscript should close!” — Omar Khayyam ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.1 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Alas Flowers Manuscripts Rose Should Spring Sweet Youth
I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“How wonderful that must be! What we call spring here is one rose and a couple of buds struggling to keep alive in the monastery garden. [Scornfully] And that's enough to stir the hearts of the men in this part of the world. Their hearts are as stingy as that rose-tree. A breath of richer air would wilt them; they… — Albert Camus Copy Share
What is born in the spring fades in the fall. Don't pine for a beautiful corpse. This love is the rose that blooms forever. ~ — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
“The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of its scent nor the daisy of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
O months of blossoming, months of transfigurations, May without cloud and June stabbed to the heart, I shall not ever forget the lilacs or… — Louis Aragon Copy Share Image
If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Flowers are always beautiful, but there is something unmatched about spring flowers—an awakening, a renewal that fills the air with surreal harmonies of love… — Bhuwan Thapaliya Copy Share Image
“O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem By that sweet ornament which truth doth give. The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odour, which doth in it live. The canker blooms have full as deep a dye As the perfumed tincture of the roses. Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly When summer's… — William Shakespeare Copy Share
Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still,… — Bayard Taylor Copy Share Image
The morning rose, that untouched stands Armed with her briars, how sweet she smells! But plucked and strained through ruder hands, Her sweets no… — Sir Robert Ayton Copy Share Image
'Tis now the summer of your youth: time has not cropped the roses from your cheek, though sorrow long has washed them. — Edward Moore Copy Share Image
“The secrets eternal neither you know nor I And answers to the riddle neither you know nor I Behind the veil there is much… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
“And do you think that unto such as you A maggot-minded, starved, fanatic crew God gave a secret, and denied it me? Well, well—what… — Omar Khayyâm Copy Share Image
How much more of the mosque, of prayer and fasting? Better go drunk and begging round the taverns. Khayyam, drink wine, for soon this… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
“It is a shame for anyone to be well-known for righteousness. It is a great disgrace to feel distress at the injustice of the… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
“Why do you sell your wine, merchant? What can they give you in exchange for your wine? Money? … And what can money give you? Power? … Aren't you the owner of the world when you are holding a drink? Is anyone richer than you, who have gold in your cup, Rubies, Pearls, Dreams, and Love? Don't you feel the… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share
“Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside, And naked on the Air of Heaven ride, Is it not a Shame--is it not… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
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… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
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… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
“When your soul and mine have left our bodies and we are burried alongside each other, a Potter may one day mould the dust… — Omar Khayyám Copy Share Image
How sad, a heart that does not know how to love, that does not know what it is to be drunk with love. If… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
Ah, take the Cash, and let the Credit go, Nor heed the rumble of a distant Drum! — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
We are all potentially such sick men. The sanest and best of us are of one clay with lunatics and prison-inmates. And whenever we feel this, such a sense of the vanity of our voluntary career comes over us, that all our morality appears but as a plaster hiding a sore it can never cure, and all our well-doing as… — William James Copy Share
Alas, you don't need monsters for monstrous deeds to be accomplished. — Zygmunt Bauman Copy Share Image
Time, time - that is our greatest master! Alas, like Ugolino, time devours its own children. — Hector Berlioz Copy Share Image
Removing prejudices is, alas! too often removing the boundary of a delightful near prospect in order to let in a shockingly extensive one. — Sir Fulke Greville Copy Share Image
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would… — Francis Pharcellus Church Copy Share
Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death. — Horace Copy Share Image
Sensible Catholics have for generations been ignoring the views on contraception held by reactionary old men in the Vatican, but alas, since it is… — A.C. Grayling Copy Share Image
In spite of the honestest efforts to annihilate my I-ity, or merge it in what the world doubtless considers my better half, I still… — Jane Welsh Carlyle Copy Share Image
The dumpling is indeed of more ancient institution, and of foreign origin; but alas, what were those dumplings? Nothing but a few lentils sodden… — John Arbuthnot Copy Share Image
Ideally a painter (and, generally, an artist) should not become conscious of his insights: without taking the detour through his reflective processes, and incomprehensibly to himself, all his progress should enter so swiftly into the work that he is unable to recognize them in the moment of transition. Alas, the artist who waits in ambush there, watching, detaining them, will… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share