Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain _x000D_ shaking ancient oaks.
SapphoRead
Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
Interpretation
Beauty is fleeting, but goodness is enduring and timeless.
This quote by Sappho emphasizes the transient nature of physical beauty as opposed to the lasting quality of goodness. While beauty may capture our attention and admiration, it is goodness—characterized by moral integrity and virtue—that holds enduring value and significance, continuing to inspire and impact future generations.
In practice
Use this quote in a speech about inner beauty at a community event.
Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain _x000D_ shaking ancient oaks.
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us
Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
I know not why any one but a school boy in his declamation would whine over the Commonwealth of Rome, which grew great only by the misery of the rest of mankind. The Romans, like others, as soon as they were rich, grew corrupt; and in their corruption sold the lives and freedoms of themselves and of one another.
It was both odd and unjust, a real example of pitiful arbitrariness of existance, that you were born into a particular time & held prisoner there whether you wanted it or not. It gave you an indecent advantage over the past and made you a clown vis-a-vis the future.
For although we know that the years pass, that youth gives way to old age, that fortunes and thrones crumble (even the most solid among them) and that fame is transitory, the manner in which—by means of a sort of snapshot—we take cognisance of this moving universe whirled along by Time, has the contrary effect of immobilising it.
There were days when you peered into yourself, into the secret places of your heart, and what you saw there made you faint with horror. And then, next day, you didn't know what to make of it,you couldn't interpret the horror you had glimpsed the day before. Yes, you know what evil costs.
Always eyes watching you and the voice enveloping you. Asleep or awake, indoors or out of doors, in the bath or bed- no escape. Nothing was your own except the few cubic centimeters in your skull.
I know not what to call this, nor will I urge that it is a secret, overruling decree, that hurries us on to be the instruments of our own destruction, even though it be before us, and that we rush upon it with our eyes open.
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