Catullus Quotes

Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.

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.

It is difficult to lay aside a confirmed passion.

But you shall not escape my iambics.

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.]

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.

Godlike the man who sits at her side, who watches and catches that laughter which (softly) tears me to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time I see her.

Give up wanting to deserve any thanks from anyone, or thinking anybody can be grateful.

Nothing is more silly than silly laughter.

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

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.]

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

Oh, this age! How tasteless and ill bred it is!

We see not our own backs.

I hate and I love. Perchance you ask why I do that. I know not, but I feel that I do and I am tortured. [Lat., Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.]

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

For the godly poet must be chaste himself, but there is no need for his verses to be so.

I hate and love. You ask, perhaps, how can that be? I know not, but I feel the agony.

Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus

There is nothing more foolish than a foolish laugh. Risu inepto res ineptior nulla est

It is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem

What a woman says to an eager lover, write it on running water, write it on air.

Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale

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

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

So a maiden, whilst she remains untouched, so long is she dear to her own; when she has lost her chaste flower with sullied body, she remains neither lovely to boys nor dear to girls.

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

Away with you, water, destruction of wine!

The confounding of all right and wrong, in wild fury, has averted from us the gracious favor of the gods.

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

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

To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?

I hate and I love, and who can tell me why?

What women say to lovers, you'll agree, One writes on running water or on air.

There is nothing more silly than a silly laugh.

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.

Oh this age! How tasteless and ill-bred it is!

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

Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio. des fieri sentio et excrucior.I hate and I love. You may ask, why I do this. I do not know. But I sense that I do and it pains me.

What a woman tells her lover in desireshould be written out on air & running water.

Nothing is left of meEach time I see her