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.
CATULLUSStop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
More Catullus Quotes
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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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I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.
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Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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What women say to lovers, you’ll agree, One writes on running water or on air.
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So a maiden, whilst she remains untouched, so long is she dear to her own; when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither lovely to boys nor dear to girls.
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Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.
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The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.
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There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh.
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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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Stop wishing to merit anyone’s gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.
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I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented.
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Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
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I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?
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I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.
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Away with you, water, destruction of wine!
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