Ah, what is more blessed than to put cares away, when the mind lays by its burden, and tired with labor of far travel we have come to our own home and rest on the couch we longed for? This… — Catullus Copy Share Image
My 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. — Catullus Copy Share Image
The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods. — Catullus Copy Share Image
Ah, what is more blessed than to put cares away, when the mind lays by its burden, and tired with labor of far travel… — Catullus Copy Share Image
I hate and love. And why, perhaps you’ll ask. I don’t know: but I feel, and I’m tormented. — Catullus Copy Share Image
“O furum optime balneariorum Vibenni pater et cineadi fili (nam dextra pater inquinatiore, culo filius est voraciore), cur non exilium malasque in oras itis?… — Catullus Copy Share Image
Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful. — Catullus Copy Share Image
It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem — Catullus Copy Share Image
“I hate and I love. Why do I do this, you may ask? I do not know, but I feel it, and I am… — Catullus Copy Share Image
“I hate & love. And if you should ask how I can do both, I couldn't say; but I feel it, and it shivers me.” — Catullus Copy Share Image
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus — Catullus Copy Share Image
