All things keep on in everlasting motion, Out of the infinite come the particles, Speeding above, below, in endless dance.
LUCRETIUSAll things obey fixed laws.
More Lucretius Quotes
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From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
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Fear is the mother of all gods … Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.
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Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.
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Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.
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Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
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All things around, convulsed with violent thunder, seem to tremble, and the mighty walls of the capacious world appear at once to have started and burst asunder.
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We in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.
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The body searches for that which has injured the mind with love.
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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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For out of doubt In these affairs ’tis each man’s will itself That gives the start, and hence throughout our limbs Incipient motions are diffused.
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Out beyond our world there are, elsewhere, other assemblages of matter making other worlds. Ours is not the only one in air’s embrace.
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Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?
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It’s easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net whose cords and knots are strong; but even so, enmeshed, entangled, you can still get out unless, poor fool, you stand in your own way.
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In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
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Our life must once have end; in vain we fly From following Fate; e’en now, e’en now, we die.
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