A Quote by Omar Khayyam

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

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Last scene of all that ends this strange, eventful history, is second childishness and mere oblivion. I am sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Next to the young, I suppose the very old are the most selfish. Alas, the heart hardens as the blood ceases to run. The cold snow strikes down from the head, and checks the glow of feeling. Who wants to survive into old age after abdicating all his faculties one by one, and be sans teeth, sans eyes, sans memory, sans hope, sans sympathy?
Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.
On some such night as this she remembered promising to herself to live as brave and noble a life as any heroine she ever read or heard of in romance, a life sans peur et sans reproche; it had seemed to her then that she had only to will, and such a life would be accomplished. And now she had learnt that not only to will, but also to pray, was a necessary condition in the truly heroic. Trusting to herself, she had fallen.
My motto - sans limites.
My love to thee is sound, sans crack or flaw.
If you can announce the Higgs Boson in Comic Sans, clearly anybody can do anything.
People who don't like Comic Sans don't know anything about design.
I like my face sans make-up - a dash of lipstick and a little mascara.
There was no way Jacob would voluntarily miss an afternoon with Renesmee sans bloodsuckers. -Bella Cullen
I always bring my kids vacation souvenirs printed in Comic Sans, so they know I love them but not unconditionally.
I drive a car till it turns to dust, then I sweep up the dust and ride on the dust.
I don't know where the idea originated that memoir writing is cathartic. For me, it's always felt like playing my own neurosurgeon, sans anesthesia.
--but I find her personality annoying. It's like being molested by a sleeping bag that speaks in Comic Sans with little love-hearts over the i's.
Cold & cunning come from the north: But cunning sans wisdom is nothing worth.
I am thirty-three - the age of the good Sans-culotte Jesus; an age fatal to revolutionists.
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