“Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.”

For some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.

All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.

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.

If you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.

I do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.

I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.

Death is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.

I know not what to do, my mind is divided.

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.

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.

Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.

Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.

Death must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?

Love – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.

Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.

With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down

Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.

In order to shake a hypothesis, it is sometimes not necessary to do anything more than push it as far as it will go.

Written with courage and passion, this is a book whose often counterintuitive clarity shakes entombed assumptions like an earthquake.

As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.

Don’t look for an unshakable rock to stand on; there ain’t any! Rather, learn how to stand still on a shaking rock!

I like people who shake other people up and make them feel uncomfortable.

Live in the world like a waterfowl. The water clings to the bird, but the bird shakes it off. Live in the world like a mudfish.

Most filmmaking is about shaking hands and just starting.