Virgil quotes

Such is the love of praise, so great the anxiety for victory.

What region of the earth is not full of our calamities?

All these souls, after they have passed away a thousand years, are summoned by the divine ones in great array, to the lethean river. . . . In this way they become forgetful of the former earthlife, and re-visit the vaulted realms of the world, willing to return again into living bodies.

Who can blind lover's eyes?

Hug the shore; let others try the deep.

Persevere and preserve yourselves for better circumstances.

Fortune sides with he who dares

What each man feared would happen to himself, did not trouble him when he saw that it would ruin another.

The leader of the deed was a woman. -Dux femina facti

Love begets love, love knows no rules, this is same for all.

Not being untutored in suffering, I learn to pity those in affliction

They are able who think they are able.

That man is the most loyal who aims at the noblest motive, and that motive the public good.

None but himself can be his parallel.

The gates of Hell are open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way: but, to return, and view the cheerful skies; in this, the task and mighty labor lies.

Impotent fury rages powerless and to no purpose.

These passions of soul, these conflicts so fierce, will cease, and be repressed by the casting of a little dust.

Age steals away all things, even the mind.

How can there be such anger in the minds of the gods?

All things deteriorate in time.

In his deepest heart there surge tremendous shame and madness mixed with sorrow and love whipped on by frenzy and a courage aware of its own worth.

Perhaps the day may come when we shall remember these sufferings with joy.

Veiling truth in mystery.

The only safety for the conquered is to expect no safety.

Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.

We may be masters of our every lot By bearing it.

Through pain I've learned to comfort suffering men

Don't trust the horse, Trojans. Whatever it is, I fear the Greeks even bearing gifts. -Equo ne credite, Teucri. Quidquid id est, timeo Danaos et dona ferentes

Nunc scio quit sit amor." Lat., "Now I know what love is.

Happy the man who has been able to learn the causes of things.

Persistent work triumphs.

Time bears away all things.

Evil is nourished and grows by concealment.

Each person, makes their own terrible passion their God.

He like a rock in the sea unshaken stands his ground.

Happy the person who has learned the cause of things and has put under his or her feet all fear, inexorable fate, and the noisy strife of the hell of greed.

Maybe one day we shall be glad to remember even these hardships.

Trust not too much to appearances

Every man makes a god of his own desire

Yield not to calamity, but face her boldly.

If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.

No day shall erase you from the memory of time

A shifty, fickle object is woman, always. (Varium et mutabile semper femina.)

They can conquer who believe they can.

Endure the present, and watch for better things.

Endure and save yourselves for happier times.

Endure, and keep yourselves for days of happiness.

We have to thank God for this retirement.

Amor vincit omnia, et nos cedamus amori. Love conquers all things, so we too shall yield to love.

The hour is ripe, and yonder lies the way.

Confidence cannot find a place wherein to rest in safety.

I fear the Greeks, even when they bring gifts.

Una Salus Victis Nullam Sperare Salutem - (Latin - written 19 BC) The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all.

If only Jupiter would restore me those bygone years.

Do not yield to misfortunes, but advance more boldly to meet them, as your fortune permits you.

The greatest health is wealth.

Each man is led by his own liking.

We are not all able to do all things.

It is easy to go down into Hell...; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air - -there's the rub.

Their rage supplies them with weapons.

I feel again a spark of that ancient flame.

Your descendants shall gather your fruits.

There's a snake lurking in the grass.

There's a snake hidden in the grass.

May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.

Let not our proposal be disregarded on the score of our youth.

Yield thou not to adversity, but press on the more bravely.

Consider what each soil will bear, and what each refuses

There should be no strife with the vanquished or the dead.

O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!

Roman, remember that you shall rule the nations by your authority, for this is to be your skill, to make peace the custom, to spare the conquered, and to wage war until the haughty are brought low.

Trust one who has tried.

Fate will find a way.

I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.

Love conquers all; therefore, let us submit to love.

The medicine increases the disease.

Fear is the proof of a degenerate mind.

Audaces fortuna iuvat (latin)- Fortune favors the bold.

If I am unable to make the gods above relent, I shall move hell.

A chaplet of leaves crowns the victor.

Easy is the descent to hell; all night long, all day, the doors of dark Hades stand open; but to retrace the path; to come out again to the sweet air of Heaven - there is the task, there is the burden.

Cease to think that the decrees of the gods can be changed by prayers.

Fear betrays unworthy souls.

A fickle and changeful thing is a woman ever.

Each of us bears his own Hell.

Look with favor upon a bold beginning.

Time passes irrevocably.

Whatever may happen, every kind of fortune is to be overcome by bearing it.

Even virtue is fairer when it appears in a beautiful person.

Facilis decensus averni. The descent into hell is easy.

If I can not bend Heaven, I shall move Hell.

Yield not to evils, but attack all the more boldly.

The flocks fear the wolf, the crops the storm, and the trees the wind.

Oh you who are born of the gods, easy is the descent into Hell. The door of darkness stands open day and night. But to retrace your steps, and come back out into the brightness above, that is the work, that is the labor.

All our sweetest hours fly fastest.

Trust the expert. -Experto credite

Fortunate is he whose mind has the power to probe the causes of things and trample underfoot all terrors and inexorable fate.

Angels boast ethereal vigor, and are formed from seeds of heavenly birth.

Every calamity is to be overcome by endurance.

Perhaps even these things, one day, will be pleasing to remember.

Myself acquainted with misfortune, I learn to help the unfortunate.

If one swain scorns you, you will soon find another.

The accursed hunger for gold.

From a single crime know the nation.

The wavering multitude is divided into opposite factions.

Is it then so sad a thing to die?

Time meanwhile is flying, flying beyond recall.

To have died once is enough.

The Britons are quite separated from all the world.

They can do all because they think they can.

People are able because they think they're able

I have known sorrow and learned to aid the wretched.

Passion and strife bow down the mind

Love conquers all things.

Trust one who has gone through it.

Enter on the way of training while the spirits in youth are still pliable.

Live on in your blessings, your destiny's been won. But ours calls us on from one ordeal to the next.

Harsh necessity, and the newness of my kingdom, force me to do such things and to guard my frontiers everywhere.

Go forth a conqueror and win great victories.

Others may fashion more smoothly images of bronze (I for one believe it), evoke living faces from marble, plead causes better, trace with a wand the wanderings of the heavens and foretell the rising of stars. But you, Roman, remember to rule the peoples with power (these will be your arts); impose the habit of peace, spare the vanquished and war down the proud!

E'en in mid-harvest, while the jocund swain Pluck'd from the brittle stalk the golden grain, Oft have I seen the war of winds contend, And prone on earth th' infuriate storm descend, Waste far and wide, and by the roots uptorn, The heavy harvest sweep through ether borne, As light straw and rapid stubble fly In dark'ning whirlwinds round the wintry sky.

That which an enraged woman can accomplish.

Uneven numbers are the gods' delight.

Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance.

What a lot of work it was to found the Roman race.