And now the measure of my song is done: The work has reached its end; the book is mine, None shall unwrite these words: nor angry Jove, Nor war, nor fire, nor flood, Nor venomous time that eats our lives away. Then let that morning come, as come it will, When this disguise I carry shall be no more, And all the treacherous years of life undone, And yet my name shall rise to heavenly music, The deathless music of the circling stars. As long as Rome is the Eternal City These lines shall echo from the lips of men, As long as poetry speaks truth on earth, That immortality is mine to wear. Ovid
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
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Plato
Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.
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Nicholas Sparks
Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.
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Sarah Dessen
But you're so busy changing the world Just one smile can change all of mine
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Jack Johnson
You make me smile like the sun, fall out bed, sing like a bird, dizzy in my head. Spin like a record crazy on a sunday night. You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breath, shine like the sun buzz like a...
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Uncle Kracker
More Quotes By Ovid
I am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.
Fas est ab hoste doceri. One should learn even from one's enemies.
Saepe creat molles aspera spina rosas" - "Often the prickly thorn produces tender roses
As wave is driven by wave And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, Always, for ever and new. What was before Is left behind; what never was is now; And every passing moment is renewed.
