Sappho
Greek lyric poet
Sayings by Sappho
My tongue is broken, a subtle fire runs beneath my skin, my eyes see nothing, my ears hum, cold sweat pours down me, a trembling seizes all my body, and I am greener than grass.
The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
Death must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
If you are squeamish, don't prod the beach rubble.
What cannot be said will be wept.
Virginity, virginity, when you leave me, where do you go? I am gone and never come back to you. I never return.
My blood with gentle horrors thrilled: My feeble pulse forgot to play; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
On mountainous terrain, Eros, with a stroke, Shattered my brain.
I am weary of all your words and soft, strange ways.
I want to tell you something but good taste. Restrains me.
No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
I can't stand being the old one any longer, Living with you.
I would not think to touch the sky with two arms.
The gorgeous man presents a gorgeous view; The good man will in time be gorgeous, too.
When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
Sweet mother, I truly cannot weave my web; for I am o'erwhelmed through Aphrodite with love of a slender youth.
And I'm an inch from dying.