I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.
CATULLUSNow Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr’s sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
More Catullus Quotes
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What women say to lovers, you’ll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
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We see not our own backs.
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Godlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I see her.
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Stop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
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I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not, but I feel that I do and I am tortured. [Lat., Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.]
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Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr’s sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.
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Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
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What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water. [Lat., Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.]
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But you shall not escape my iambics.
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The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.
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What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
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I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.
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I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
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