Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.
LUCRETIUSUnder what law each thing was created, and how necessary it is for it to continue under this, and how it cannot annul the strong rules that govern its lifetime.
More Lucretius Quotes
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Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another’s struggles.
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Time changes the nature of the whole world; Everything passes from one state to another And nothing stays like itself.
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Rest, brother, rest. Have you done ill or well Rest, rest, There is no God, no gods who dwell Crowned with avenging righteousness on high Nor frowning ministers of their hate in hell.
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The old must always make way for the new, and one thing must be built out of the ruins of another. There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone.
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Some species increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and, like runners, pass on the torch of life.
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One thing is made of another, and nature allows no new creation except at the price of death.
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Thus, then, the All that is is limited In no one region of its onward paths, For then ‘tmust have forever its beyond.
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Men conceal the past scenes of their lives.
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From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
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We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.
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There can be no centre in infinity.
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So, little by little, time brings out each several thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.
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The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.
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Epicurus whose genius surpassed all humankind, extinguished the light of others, as the stars are dimmed by the rising sun.
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From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.
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