Quotes from Catullus

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

soles occidere et redire possunt: nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux, nox est perpetua una dormienda.

Come boy, and pour for me a cup Of old Falernian. Fill it up With wine, strong, sparkling, bright, and clear; Our host decrees no water here. Let dullards drink the Nymph's pale brew, The sluggish thin their blood with dew. For such pale stuff we have no use; For us the purple grape's rich juice. Begone, ye chilling water sprite; Here burning Bacchus rules tonight!

I hate and I love. Why do I do this, you may ask? I do not know, but I feel it, and I am tortured.

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

I have lost you, my brother And your death has ended The spring season Of my happiness, our house is buried with you And buried the laughter that you taught me. There are no thoughts of love nor of poems In my head Since you died.

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I'm torn in two.

I hate & love. And if you should ask how I do both, I couldn't say; but I feel it , and it shivers me.

Nothing is left of me Each time I see her

Through many countries and over many seas I have come, Brother, to these melancholy rites, to show this final honour to the dead, and speak (to what purpose?) to your silent ashes, since now fate takes you, even you, from me. Oh, Brother, ripped away from me so cruelly, now at least take these last offerings, blessed by the tradition of our parents, gifts to the dead. Accept, by custom, what a brother's tears drown, and, for eternity, Brother, 'Hail and Farewell'.

But your own tears blind you to mine. I am not neglectful of friendship, but we two squat in the same coracle, we are both swamped by the same stormy waters, I have not the gifts of a happy man. . . Often enough.

Ju? wiosna z ciepÅ'ym powraca powiewem, Ju? marcowego nieba i mórz gniewy WesoÅ'y Zefir koi pieszczotami. Wnet ziemie Frygii zostanÄ… za nami, Katullu, pola Nicei uprawne - Pole?my do miast azjatyckich sÅ'awnych! Ju? do wÅ'óczÄ™gi myÅ›l zrywa siÄ™ lotem, Nogi siÄ™ pr??? z radosnej ochoty. A wiÄ™c ?egnajcie, towarzysze mili! W podró? dalekÄ… wspólnieÅ›my ruszyli, Ró?nymi szlaki wrócimy z powrotem.

Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, in vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua ((What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water)

Nothing is left of meEach time I see her

Nothing is more silly than silly laughter.

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.

Id Faciam What I hate I love. Ask the crucified hand that holds the nail that now is driven into itself, why.

Journeying over many seas & through many countries I came dear brother to this pitiful leave-taking The last gestures by your graveside The futility of words over your quiet ashes. Life cleft us from each other Pointlessly depriving brother of brother Accept then, our parents' custom These offerings, this leave-taking Echoing forever, brother, through a brother's tears

I hate and I love. Why I do this, perhaps you ask. I know not, but I feel it happening and I am tortured.

Some lioness whelped you on a mountain rock In Libya, or else you're Scylla's child Whose womb's all barking dogs, for only a wild Beast with the nature of a beast could mock A desperate man making a last appeal Down on his knees. Bitch heart too hard to feel!

Vos quod milia multa basiorum Legistis, male me marem putatis? Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo.

Pedicabo ego vos et irrumabo

Vivamus atque amemus

salve atque vale