“Constant Penelope sends to thee, careless Ulysses. Write not again, but come, sweet mate” Quote by Ovid
“The mind that's conscious of its rectitude, Laughs at the lies of rumor.” MindLyingLaughingIntegrityConsciousRumorRectitude Author:Ovid
“I'm really annoyed by the wave of country music that's just a list of stuff. It almost sounds like L.A. people writing country music, because it's just a list of stuff: 'My pickup truck and my cowboy boots and my Levi's jeans and my girlfriend with the short shorts.' It's so boring!” PeopleWritingCountryStuffSoundWaveBoringListsGirlfriendBootsCowboyJeansTruckAnnoyedMy GirlfriendShortsSo BoringPickupsCowboy BootPickup TrucksMy CowboyLevi'sShort Shorts Author:Kathleen Hanna
“Tis on the living Envy feeds. She silent grows When, after death, man's honor is his guard. So I, when on the pyre consumed I lie, Shall live, for all that's noblest will survive.” MenDeathLyingGrowsHonorSilentEnvyConsumedAfter Death Author:Ovid
“What we call birth Is but a beginning to be something else Than what we were before; and when we cease To be that something, then we call it death.” DeathBirthCease Author:Ovid
“Man's last day must ever be awaited and none to be counted happy until his death, until his last funeral rites are paid.” MenLastsDeathPaidFuneralLast DayRite Author:Ovid
“We beg one hour of death, that neither she With widow's tears may live to bury me, Nor weeping I, with wither'd arms, may bear My breathless Baucis to the sepulchre.” MayDeathHoursTearsArmsBearsGravesWeepingWidowsOne HourBreathless Book:Ovid Source: Ovid
“As many as the shells that are on the shore, so many are the pains of love; the darts that wound are steeped in much poison.” LovePainWoundsPoisonShoreShellsDarts Book:Ovid Source: Ovid
“Love is too prone to trust. Would I could think My charges false and all too rashly made.” ThinkingLoveMadeLove IsTrust Author:Ovid
