50 Inspirational Virgil Quotes (Author of The Aeneid)
Publius Vergilius Maro (born 15 October 70 BC, Cisalpine Gaul – died 21 September 19 BC, Brindisi, Italy), usually called Virgil or Vergil in English, was an ancient Roman poet of the Augustan period. He is most remembered for his poem ‘The Aeneid’, which is the story of Rome’s legendary founder, Aeneas. Virgil has long been regarded as one of Rome's greatest poets.
If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.Maybe one day we shall be glad to remember even these hardships.Fortune sides with him who dares.Come what may, all bad fortune is to be conquered by endurance.Fortune favors the bold.Easy is the descent to hell; all night long, all day, the doors of dark Hades stand open; but to retrace the path; to come out again to the sweet air of Heaven - there is the task, there is the burden.Let me rage before I die.Death twitches my ear; ‘Live,’ he says… ‘I’m coming.The descent into Hell is easy.They can do all because they think they can.Love conquers all things, so we too shall yield to love.Time flies never to be recalled.Endure, and keep yourselves for days of happiness.Each of us bears his own Hell.No day shall erase you from the memory of time.They can conquer who believe they can.Do not yield to misfortunes, but advance more boldly to meet them, as your fortune permits you.It never troubles the wolf how many the sheep may be.forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit. and perhaps it will be pleasing to have remembered these things one day.The greatest wealth is health.Through pain I’ve learned to comfort suffering men.There's a snake lurking in the grass.Death’s brother, sleep.The only hope for the doomed, is no hope at all...Do the gods light this fire in our hearts or does each man's mad desire become his god?O accursed hunger of gold, to what dost thou not compel human hearts!
I will be gone from here and sing my songs In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are, And carve in letters on the little trees The story of my love, and as the trees Will grow letters too will grow, to cry In a louder voice the story of my love.
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Facilis descensus Averno: Noctes atque dies patet atri ianua Ditis; Sed revocare gradium superasque evadere ad auras, Hoc opus, hic labor est. (The gates of Hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this task and mighty labor lies.)
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But the queen—too long she has suffered the pain of love, hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood, consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...] His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling— no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.
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She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.Fear is proof of a degenerate mind.Let us go singing as far as we go: the road will be less tedious.Trust one who has gone through it.It is easy to go down into Hell…; but to climb back again, to retrace one’s steps to the upper air—there’s the rub…The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labor lies.Facilis descensus Averni.The best days are the first to flee.Happy the person who has learned the cause of things and has put under his or her feet all fear, inexorable fate, and the noisy strife of the hell of greed.Fortunate is he whose mind has the power to probe the causes of things and trample underfoot all terrors and inexorable fate.Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?No stranger to misfortune myself, I have learned to relieve the sufferings of others.Friend, have the courage To care little for wealth, and shape yourself, You too, to merit godhead.Every man makes a god of his own desire.The noblest motive is the public good.The dank night is sweeping down from the sky and the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.Happy the man who has been able to learn the causes of things.Spare the meek, but subdue the arrogant.A shifty, fickle object is woman, always.When gods are contrary they stand by no one.Fear reveals baseborn souls!
