Quote #99
Whether you call my heart affectionate, or you call it womanish: I confess, that to my misfortune, it is soft.
More from Ovid
- Whether they give or refuse, it delights women just the same to have been asked.
- Why should I go into details, we have nothing that is not perishable except what our hearts and our intellects endows us with.
- What makes men indifferent to their wives is that they can see them when they please.
- What is without periods of rest will not endure.
- What is now reason was formerly impulse or instinct.
- What is deservedly suffered must be borne with calmness, but when the pain is unmerited, the grief is resistless.
- We two are to ourselves a crowd.
- We are ever striving after what is forbidden, and coveting what is denied us.