Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Truly it is allowed us to weep: by weeping we disperse our wrath; and tears go through the heart, even like a… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft. — Ovid Copy Share Image
For in this strange anatomy we wear, the head has greater powers than the hand; the spirit, heart, and mind are over… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Struggling over my fickle heart, love draws it now this way, and now hate that--but love, I think, is winning. I will… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Sleep, thou repose of all things; sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Every woman thinks herself attractive; even the plainest is satisfied with the charms she deems that she possesses. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength. — Ovid Copy Share Image
A mind conscious of right laughs at the falsehoods of rumour. [Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit.] — Ovid Copy Share Image
It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are. — Ovid Copy Share Image
I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love. — Ovid Copy Share Image
The sea's vast depths lie open to the fish; Wherever the breezes blow the bird may fly; So to the brave man every land's… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Rare is the virtue that's not ruled by Fortune, That stands unshaken even when Fortune flees. — Ovid Copy Share Image
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies. — Ovid Copy Share Image