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.]
CATULLUSMy mind’s sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn’t like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
More Catullus Quotes
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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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For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.
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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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Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.
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To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
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Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.
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My lady’s sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady’s delight
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But you shall not escape my iambics.
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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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What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.
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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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Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!
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There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.
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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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