Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be. 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 crushlovefall May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve. Sappho nakedstrongerwriting Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow. Sappho beautifultodaylong You may forget but Sappho mayforgetthinking What cannot be said will be wept. Sappho said Whatever one loves most is beautiful. Sappho one-lovebeautiful Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us Sappho another-timeremember Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables. Sappho fablesfantasylove Although only breath, words which I command are immortal. Sappho immortalcommandbreaths Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done. Sappho bittersweetlimbsdone Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees Sappho hearttreewind Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes. Sappho famous-loveeyegrace Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright. Sappho starslightmoon All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long. Sappho long-distance-relationshipnightbelieve No honey for me, if it comes with a bee. Sappho cautionbeeshoney Love - bittersweet, irrepressible - loosens my limbs and I tremble. Sappho bittersweetlimbssensual From all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious. Sappho earthloveheaven I know not what to do, my mind is divided Sappho dividedmindknows Some say an army of horsemen, or infantry, Sappho blackarmyearth Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died. Sappho boonilldeath
