Quote by Ovid Download Open image ““Qui non est hodie eras minus aptus erit. He who is not prepared today will be less so tomorrow. ”” — Ovid ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“I see how we ourselves stand before the future, divided between hope and fear. But at least we know that there is a future,… — Henry Miller Copy Share Image
“À l'aurore, armés d'une ardente patience, nous entrerons aux splendides Villes. (In the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid… — Arthur Rimbaud Copy Share Image
“The regrets are like yesterday: they announce only the future. (Les regrets sont comme hier: - Ils n'annoncent que le futur)” — Charles de Leusse Copy Share
“The day has already begun to lessen. It has shrunk considerably, but yet will still allow a goodly space of time if one rises,… — Seneca Copy Share Image
“Nemo enim est tam senex qui se annum non putet posse vivere. (No one is so old as to think that he cannot live… — Marcus Tullius Cicero Copy Share Image
“And if we do act, in however small a way, we don't have to wait for some grand Utopian future. The future is an… — Howard Zinn Copy Share Image
“We thought there was no more behind But such a day tomorrow as today And to be a boy eternal.” — John Meade Falkner Copy Share Image
“He who has never hoped can never despair. Caesar, in good or bad fortune, looks his fate in the face.” — George Bernard Shaw 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