Sappho Quotes

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

Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.

The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.

To me the Muses truly gave / An envied and a happy lot: / E'en when I lie within the grave, / I cannot, shall not, be forgot.

I know not what to do, my mind is divided

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.

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.

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

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

Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.

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

How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away

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

What cannot be said will be wept.

He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.

Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.

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!

May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.

No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.

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

Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery

The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.

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

Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.

I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.

Whatever one loves most is beautiful.

All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.

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

Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us

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

The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.

I would not think to touch the sky with two arms

The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And the midnight hurries by; My hopes are flown And, alas! alone On my weary couch I lie.

In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.

Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.

I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.

I do not know what to do, my mind's in two.

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

The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars

Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.