Catullus 2 Quotes

#1. Away with you, water, destruction of wine!

Catullus

#2. Id Faciam
What I hate I love. Ask the crucified hand that holds
the nail that now is driven into itself, why.

Catullus

#3. My lady's sparrow is dead, the sparrow which was my lady's delight

Catullus

#4. I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.

Catullus

#5. I have lost you, my brother
And your death has ended
The spring season
Of my happiness,
our house is buried with you
And buried the laughter that you taught me.
There are no thoughts of love nor of poems
In my head
Since you died.

Catullus

#6. When Catullus expresses his love and hate for Lesbia, he is not obviously voicing a wish to rid himself of one or the other of these two sentiments. Not all contradictions resolve into temporal change of belief or desire.

Raymond Geuss

#7. Every one has his faults: but we do not see the wallet on our own backs.

Catullus

#8. I can imagine no greater misfortune for a cultured people than to see in the hands of the rulers not only the civil, but also the religious power.

Catullus

#9. 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

#10. Let us live and love, nor give a damn what sour old men say.
The sun that sets may rise again, but when our light has sunk into the earth it is gone forever.

Catullus

#11. Who now travels that dark path from whose bourne they say no one returns.
[Lat., Qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
Illue unde negant redire quemquam.]

Catullus

#12. All think what other people think;
All know the man their neighbor knows.
Lord, what would they say
Did their Catullus walk that way?

William Butler Yeats

#13. One attraction of Latin is that you can immerse yourself in the poems of Horace and Catullus without fretting over how to say, "Have a nice day."

Peter Brodie

#14. You think I'm a sissy?
I will sodomize you and face-fuck you.

Catullus

#15. The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.

Catullus

#16. I hate and love. And why, perhaps you'll ask.
I don't know: but I feel, and I'm tormented.

Catullus

#17. I hate and I love. You ask why I do this? I do not know, but I feel and I am tormented. - CATULLUS

Kami Garcia

#18. Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill-bred it is.

Catullus

#19. Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.

Catullus

#20. I hate and I love. Why do I do this, you may ask? I do not know, but I feel it, and I am tortured.

Catullus

#21. What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water.
[Lat., Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti,
In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.]

Catullus

#22. I hate and I love. Wherefore do I so, peradventure thou askest. I know not, but I feel it to be thus and I suffer.

Catullus

#23. But you shall not escape my iambics.

Catullus

#24. I hate and I love
Why do I, you ask ?
I don't know, but it's happening
and it hurts

Catullus

#25. Why cannot we be delighted with an author, and even feel a predilection for him, without a dislike of others? An admiration of Catullus or Virgil, of Tibullus or Ovid, is never to be heightened by a discharge of bile on Horace.

Walter Savage Landor

#26. I write of youth, of love, and have access by these to sing of cleanly wantonness.

Catullus

#27. Now Spring restores the balmy heat, now Zephyr's sweet breezes calm the rage of the equinoctial sky.

Catullus

#28. Genius now and then produces a lucky trifle. We still read the Dove of Anacreon, and Sparrow of Catullus; and a writer naturally pleases himself with a performance which owes nothing to the subject.

Samuel Johnson

#29. My sweetest Lesbia, let us live and love, And though the sager sort our deeds reprove, Let us not weigh them. Heaven's great lamps do dive Into their west, and straight again revive, But soon as once set is our little light, Then must we sleep one ever-during night. See Catullus 200:5.

Thomas Campion

#30. Stop wishing to merit anyone's gratitude or thinking that anyone can become grateful.

Catullus