Quote #79
Take rest; a field that has rested gives a beautiful crop.
More from Ovid
- Suppressed grief suffocates, it rages within the breast, and is forced to multiply its strength.
- Tears at times have all the weight of speech.
- People are slow to claim confidence in undertakings of magnitude.
- The burden which is well borne becomes light.
- Overlook our deeds, since you know that crime was absent from our inclination.
- The high-spirited man may indeed die, but he will not stoop to meanness. Fire, though it may be quenched, will not become cool.
- Our minds are circumscribed by our immediate reality but we stop short at the thought of it.
- The lamp burns bright when wick and oil are clean.