In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me. Sappho More Quotes by Sappho More Quotes From Sappho When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over. Sappho crush love fall May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve. Sappho naked stronger writing Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow. Sappho beautiful today long You may forget but Sappho may forget thinking What cannot be said will be wept. Sappho said Whatever one loves most is beautiful. Sappho one-love beautiful Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us Sappho another-time remember Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables. Sappho fables fantasy love Although only breath, words which I command are immortal. Sappho immortal command breaths Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done. Sappho bittersweet limbs done Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees Sappho heart tree wind Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes. Sappho famous-love eye grace Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright. Sappho stars light moon All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long. Sappho long-distance-relationship night believe No honey for me, if it comes with a bee. Sappho caution bees honey Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble. Sappho bittersweet limbs sensual From all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious. Sappho earth love heaven I know not what to do, my mind is divided Sappho divided mind knows Some say an army of horsemen, or infantry, Sappho black army earth Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died. Sappho boon ill death
