Quotes from Sappho

With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down

From all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious.

Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.

Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.

Hesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.

Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble.

How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away

Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart

Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees

Once again Love, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet and inescapable, crawling thing, seizes me.

The touched heart madly stirs, your laughter is water hurrying over pebbles - every gesture is a proclamation, every sound is speech...

The angel of spring, the mellow-throated nightingale.

Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!

Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.

When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.

There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.

Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.

Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright.

Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.

Death must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?

Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.

Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.

You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us

Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.