Ovid Quotes

Venus is kind to creatures as young as we;
We know not what we do, and while we’re young
We have the right to live and love like gods.

Nitimur in vetitum semper, cupimusque negata.

Pronaque quum spectent animalia cetera terram,
Os homini sublime dedit, coelumque tueri
Jussit, et erectos ad sidera tollere vultus.

My vessel is launched on the boundless main and my sails are spread to the wind ! In the whole of the world there is nothing that stays unchanged. All is in flux. Any shape that is formed is constantly shifting.
Time itself flows steadily by in perpetual motion. Think of a river: no river can ever arrest its current, nor can the fleeting hour. But as water is forced downstream
by the water behind it and presses no less on the water ahead, so time is in constant flight and pursuit, continually new. The present turns into the past and the future replaces the present; every moment that passes is new and eternally changing.

Ut ameris, amabilis esto.

The rest night knows, and we, and the tower that sees, and the light that showed me a path through the sea.

All that remained of Daphne was her shining loveliness

Brass shines with constant usage, a beautiful dress needs wearing,
Leave a house empty, it rots.

Omnia mutantur; nihil interit

Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never, never allows us to forget that we belong to it.

Her clear conscience mocked rumour’s mendacity, But we are a mob prone to credit sin.

The result justifies the deed
(Exitus acta probat)

Omnia mutantur, nihil interit.

Si nec blanda satis, nec erit tibi comis amanti,
Perfer et obdura: postmodo mitis erit.
Flectitur obsequio curvatus ab arbore ramus:
Frangis, si vires experiere tuas.
Obsequio tranantur aquae: nec vincere possis
Flumina, si contra, quam rapit unda, nates.

O mortals, from your fellows' blood abstain,
Nor taint your bodies with a food profane:
While corn, and pulse by Nature are bestow'd,
And planted orchards bend their willing load;
While labour'd gardens wholesom herbs produce,
And teeming vines afford their gen'rous juice;
Nor tardier fruits of cruder kind are lost,
But tam'd with fire, or mellow'd by the frost;
While kine to pails distended udders bring,
And bees their hony redolent of Spring;
While Earth not only can your needs supply,
But, lavish of her store, provides for luxury;
A guiltless feast administers with ease,
And without blood is prodigal to please.