Alas Quote by Ovid “Alas! how difficult it is not to betray one's guilt by one's looks.” — Ovid ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.7 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Alas Betray Difficult Guilt Looks Regret
Guilt has always its horrors and solicitudes; and, to make it yet more shameful and detestable, it is doomed often to stand in awe… — Samuel Johnson Copy Share Image
when you're honest with yourself, often times you betray someone else! — Eric Jerome Dickey Copy Share Image
Betrayal is never easy to handle and there is no right way to accept it. — Christine Feehan Copy Share Image
When you're betrayed there's a period of shame and then there's always forgiveness. — Amy Poehler Copy Share Image
You should not dwell on the betrayal that you can see. The truly terrifying betrayal is that which lies utterly hidden from your eyes. — Aizen Sosuke Copy Share Image
If someone betrays you once, it is his fault. If he betrays you twice, it is your fault. Blessed are those who can laugh… — Henry Ford Copy Share Image
All my life I've been dogged by guilt because I feel there is this difference between the way I look and the way I… — Robert Redford Copy Share Image
I'm going to do what I do, even more exaggerated. This is my attitude always. I don't betray myself at all. — Manolo Blahnik Copy Share Image
Every woman thinks herself attractive; even the plainest is satisfied with the charms she deems that she possesses. — Ovid Copy Share
Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength. — Ovid Copy Share
A mind conscious of right laughs at the falsehoods of rumour. [Lat., Conscia mens recti famae mendacia risit.] — Ovid Copy Share
It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are. — Ovid Copy Share
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
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 a home. — Ovid Copy Share
Rare is the virtue that's not ruled by Fortune, That stands unshaken even when Fortune flees. — Ovid Copy Share
Thus all things altered. Nothing dies. And here and there the unbodied spirit flies. — Ovid Copy Share
We are all potentially such sick men. The sanest and best of us are of one clay with lunatics and prison-inmates. And whenever we feel this, such a sense of the vanity of our voluntary career comes over us, that all our morality appears but as a plaster hiding a sore it can never cure, and all our well-doing as… — William James Copy Share
Alas, you don't need monsters for monstrous deeds to be accomplished. — Zygmunt Bauman Copy Share Image
Time, time - that is our greatest master! Alas, like Ugolino, time devours its own children. — Hector Berlioz Copy Share Image
Removing prejudices is, alas! too often removing the boundary of a delightful near prospect in order to let in a shockingly extensive one. — Sir Fulke Greville Copy Share Image
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would… — Francis Pharcellus Church Copy Share
Alas, Postumus, the fleeting years slip by, nor will piety give any stay to wrinkles and pressing old age and untamable death. — Horace Copy Share Image
Sensible Catholics have for generations been ignoring the views on contraception held by reactionary old men in the Vatican, but alas, since it is… — A.C. Grayling Copy Share Image
In spite of the honestest efforts to annihilate my I-ity, or merge it in what the world doubtless considers my better half, I still… — Jane Welsh Carlyle Copy Share Image
The dumpling is indeed of more ancient institution, and of foreign origin; but alas, what were those dumplings? Nothing but a few lentils sodden… — John Arbuthnot Copy Share Image
Ideally a painter (and, generally, an artist) should not become conscious of his insights: without taking the detour through his reflective processes, and incomprehensibly to himself, all his progress should enter so swiftly into the work that he is unable to recognize them in the moment of transition. Alas, the artist who waits in ambush there, watching, detaining them, will… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share
