Ovid Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• It is some relief to weep; grief is satisfied and carried off by tears.

  Ovid

  Broken Heart, Breakup, Grief

• Dear to the heart of a girl is her own beauty and charm.

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  Girl, Women, Heart

  Ovid (1957). “The Loves: The Art of Beauty, The Remedies for Love, and The Art of Love”, p.100, Indiana University Press

• Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!

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  Peace, Strong, Heart

• Wine prepares the heart for love, unless you take too much.

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  Heart, Wine, Too Much

• Love is a believing creature.

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  Love, Believe, Heart

• A lover fears all that he believes.

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  Love, Believe, Heart

• Sleep, thou repose of all things; sleep, thou gentlest of the deities; thou peace of the mind, from which care flies; who doest soothe the hearts of men wearied with the toils of the day, and refittest them for labor.

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  Heart, Sleep, Men

• Truly it is allowed us to weep: by weeping we disperse our wrath; and tears go through the heart, even like a stream.
  [Lat., Flere licet certe: flendo diffundimus iram:
  Perque sinum lacrimae, fluminis instar enim.]

  Ovid

  Heart, Wrath, Tears

• Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.

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  Heart, My Heart, Affectionate

• Struggling over my fickle heart, love draws it now this
  way, and now hate that--but love, I think, is winning. I
  will hate, if I have strength; if not, I shall love unwilling.

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  Love, Hate, Struggle

  Ovid (1977). “Heroides and Amores”, Heinemann Young Books

• Why should I go into details, we have nothing that is not perishable except what our hearts and our intellects endows us with.

  Ovid

  Heart, Feelings, Details

• Dear to girls' hearts is their own beauty.

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  Girl, Heart, Vanity

• For in this strange anatomy we wear, the head has greater powers than the hand; the spirit, heart, and mind are over all.

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  Heart, Hands, Mind

  Ovid (1960). “The Metamorphoses”, Signet

• Concealed sorrow bursts the heart, and rages within us as an internal fire.

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  Heart, Fire, Sorrow

• When the heart is sick it cannot bear the slightest annoyance.

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  Heart, Sick, Bears

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