Top 500 Ovid Quotes (2024 Update)
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301. “Dear to the heart of a girl is her own beauty and charm.”

— Ovid

302. “Love and dignity do not dwell together.”

— Ovid

303. “Spare the soul that feels a deadly wound.”

— Ovid

304. “Death is less bitter punishment than death’s delay.”

— Ovid

305. “Minds that are ill at ease are agitated by both hope and fear.”

— Ovid

306. “Love that is fed by jealousy dies hard.”

— Ovid

307. “A broken fortune is like a falling column; the lower it sinks, the greater weight it has to sustain.”

— Ovid

308. “Envy feeds on the living, after death it rests, then the honor of a man protects him.”

— Ovid

309. “That tuneful nymph, the babbling Echo.”

— Ovid

310. “Whatever charm thou hast, be charming.”

— Ovid

311. “If it were in my power, I would be wiser; but a newly felt power carries me off in spite of myself; love leads me one way, my understanding another.”

— Ovid

312. “Simplicity, very rare in our age.”

— Ovid

313. “The more they drink the more they thirst.”

— Ovid

314. “To wish for what you want is not enough; With ardent longing you must strive for it.”

— Ovid

315. “Whether they yield or refuse, it delights women to have been asked.”

— Ovid

316. “The love of glory gives an immense stimulus.”

— Ovid

317. “Time spent in the cultivation of the fields passes very pleasantly.”

— Ovid

318. “To dismiss a guest is a more ungracious act than not to admit him at all.”

— Ovid

319. “A safe pleasure is a tame pleasure.”

— Ovid

320. “A pleasing face is no small advantage.”

— Ovid

321. “One does not yearn for that which is easily acquired.”

— Ovid

322. “Chastity, once lost, cannot be recalled; it goes only once.”

— Ovid

323. “I too am not powerless, and my weapons strike hard.”

— Ovid

324. “Though the strength is lacking, yet the willingness is commendable.”

— Ovid

325. “If you have a voice, sing; but if you have good arms, then go in for dancing.”

— Ovid

326. “Today is truly the Golden Age: gold buys hornor, gold procures love.”

— Ovid

327. “A thousand ills require a thousand cures.”

— Ovid

328. “Art is most effective when concealed.”

— Ovid

329. “The poet’s labors are a work of joy, and require peace of mind.”

— Ovid

330. “We believe slowly when belief brings pain.”

— Ovid

331. “Wherever I look there is nothing but the image of death.”

— Ovid

332. “How little is the promise of the child fulfilled in the man.”

— Ovid

333. “Remove but the temptations of leisure, and the bow of Cupid will lose its effect.”

— Ovid

334. “An animal more like the gods than these, more intellectually capable and able to control the other beasts, had not as yet appeared: now man was born, either.”

— Ovid

335. “Nothing is more useful to man that those arts which have no utility.”

— Ovid

336. “A wound will perhaps become tolerable with length of time; but wounds which are raw shudder at the touch of the hands.”

— Ovid

337. “Let the poor man mind his tongue.”

— Ovid

338. “Time, motion and wine cause sleep.”

— Ovid

339. “Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.”

— Ovid

340. “It is the act of a coward to wish for death.”

— Ovid

341. “I cannot keep track of all the vagaries of fashion, Every day, so it seems, brings in a different style.”

— Ovid

342. “Anger assists hands however weak.”

— Ovid

343. “Thy destiny is only that of man, but thy aspirations may be those of a god.”

— Ovid

344. “I could not possibly count the gold-digging ruses of women, Not if I had ten mouths, not if I had ten tongues.”

— Ovid

345. “Wine stimulates the mind and makes it quick with heat; care flees and is dissolved in much drink.”

— Ovid

346. “Rest strengthens the body, the mind too is thus supported; but unremitting toil destroys both.”

— Ovid

347. “What ignorance there is in human minds.”

— Ovid

348. “An anthill increases by accumulation. Medicine is consumed by distribution. That which is feared lessens by association. This is the thing to understand.”

— Ovid

349. “Thanks are justly due for boons unbought.”

— Ovid

350. “Our native land charms us with inexpressible sweetness, and never, never allows us to forget that we belong to it.”

— Ovid