Quotes from Ovid

Haste is productive of injury, and so is too much hesitation. He is the wisest man who does everything at the proper time.

A frail gift is beauty, which grows less as time draws on, and is devoured by its own years.

A gift in time of need is most acceptable.

Everyone is desirous of his own pursuits, and loves To spend his time in his accustomed art.

Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.

In time the bull is brought to wear the yoke. [Lat., Tempore ruricolae patiens fit taurus aratri.]

Tempus edax rerum. Time that devours all things.

Winged time glides on insensibly, and deceive us; and there is nothing more fleeting than years.

Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

Time was when genius was more precious than gold, but now to have nothing is monstrous barbarism.

All-devouring time, envious age, Nought can escape you, and by slow degrees, Worn by your teeth, all things will lingering die.

Love and dignity do not dwell together.

A good disposition is a virtue in itself, and it is lasting; the burden of the years cannot depress it, and love that is founded on it endures to the end.

I hate a woman who offers herself because she ought to do so, and cold and dry thinks of her sewing when making love.

If it were in my power, I would be wiser; but a newly felt power carries me off in spite of myself; love leads me one way, my understanding another.

Love will enter cloaked in friendship's name.

Wind feeds the fire, and wind extinguishes: The flames are nourished by a gentle breeze, Yet, if it stronger grows, they sink and die.

All love is vanquished by a succeeding love.

Every lover is a soldier. (Love is a warfare.) [Lat., Militat omnis amans.]

You who seek an end of love, love yields to business: be busy, and you will be safe.

All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash.

To feel our ills is one thing, but to cure them is another.

Majesty and love do not well agree, nor do they live together.

Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.