When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
SAPPHOWhatever one loves most is beautiful.
More Sappho Quotes
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Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
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The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
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Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
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The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And the midnight hurries by; My hopes are flown And, alas! alone On my weary couch I lie.
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May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
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Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
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Death is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
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I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
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Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
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Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
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Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.
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There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
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For some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.
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Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
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Some say an army of horsemen, or infantry, A fleet of ships is the fairest thing On the face of the black earth, but I say It’s what one loves.
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With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
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How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away.
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Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
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Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.
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If you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
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Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
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Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.
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What cannot be said will be wept.
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Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
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Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.
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Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
SAPPHO