“Look at the four-spaced year That imitates four seasons of our lives; First Spring, that delicate season, bright with flowers, Quickening, yet shy, and like a milk-fed child, Its way unsteady while the countryman Delights in promise of another year.… — Publius Ovidius Naso Copy Share Image
“He plunged his arms deep to embrace One who vanished in agitated water. Again and again he kissed The lips that seemed to be rising to kiss his But dissolved, as he touched them, Into a soft splash and a shiver of ripples. How could he clasp and caress his own reflection? And still he could not comprehend What the… — Publius Ovidius Naso Copy Share
“The drop excavates the stone, not with force but by falling often.” — Publius Ovidius Naso Copy Share Image
“Omnia mutantur, nihil interit (everything changes, nothing perishes).” — Publius Ovidius Naso Copy Share Image
“Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.” — Publius Ovidius Naso Copy Share Image
“Look at the four-spaced year That imitates four seasons of our lives; First Spring, that delicate season, bright with flowers, Quickening, yet shy, and… — Publius Ovidius Naso Copy Share Image
“Phoebus amat visaeque cupit conubia Daphnes, quodque cupit, sperat, suaque illum oracula fallunt ♥♥” — Publius Ovidius Naso Copy Share Image
