Dido Quotes

Songs and smells will bring you back to a moment in time more than anything else. It's amazing how much can be conjured with a few notes of a song or a solitary whiff of a room. A song you didn't even pay attention to at the time, a place that you didn't even know had a particular smell. I wonder what will someday bring back Dex and our few months together. Maybe the sound of Dido's voice. Maybe the scent of the Aveda shampoo I've been using all summer.

Ah, merciless Love, is there any length to which you cannot force the human heart to go?

Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down To be partakers of our honey talk. (Dido, Queen of Carthage 4.4.52-54)

If your absence doesn't bother them then your presence never mattered to them in the first place

Amara looks at Dido, at the joy on her face, and realises there is nobody she loves more. Warmth spreads through her. She has never had a friend like Dido. She is the light in the darkness of her life.

Aristotle says in the Poetics,” said Henry, “that objects such as corpses, painful to view in themselves, can become delightful to contemplate in a work of art.” “And I believe Aristotle is correct. After all, what are the scenes in poetry graven on our memories, the ones that we love the most? Precisely these. The murder of Agamemnon and the wrath of Achilles. Dido on the funeral pyre. The daggers of the traitors and Caesar’s blood—remember how Suetonius describes his body being borne away on the litter, with one arm hanging down?” “Death is the mother of beauty,” said Henry. “And what is beauty?” “Terror.” “Well said,” said Julian. “Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.” I looked at Camilla, her face bright in the sun, and thought of that line from the Iliad I love so much, about Pallas Athene and the terrible eyes shining. “And if beauty is terror,” said Julian, “then what is desire? We think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. What is it?” “To live,” said Camilla. “To live forever,” said Bunny, chin cupped in palm. The teakettle began to whistle.

Dido, heartbroken, decides to do what any operatic heroine would do at such a moment: sing an aria, then kill herself.

The signs of the old flame, I know them well. I pray that the earth gape deep enough to take me down or the almighty Father blast me with one bolt to the shades, the pale, glimmering shades in hell, the pit of night, before I dishonor you, my conscience, break your laws.

I recognize the vestiges of an old flame

Nun aber weiter, mein Gast", sagte sie [Dido], "berichte uns ganz von Anfang die Listen der Danaer, den Untergang der Deinen und deine Irrfahrten [...]

I had loved JP in all of the ways that it’s unwise to love another person. Dido on the pyre. Antony in Alexandria. Bitch in heat.

I got a few gray hairs to testify to my wisdom, 2 grand babies & long. black dido named Harry...

In simple silence, you can realize the universe.

Έρχεται μια τραγική στιγμή στη ζωή του ανθρώπου, που το θεωρεί τύχη να μπορέσει να παρατήσει το έχει του, την πατρίδα του, το παρελθόν του και να φύγει, να φύγει λαχανιασμένος αποζητώντας αλλού τη σιγουριά.

Don't just teach your kids, train them how to learn from everything.

Though far away, I will chase you with murky brands and, when chill death has severed soul and body, everywhere my shade shall haunt you.

It was, of course, a great failure in a woman's life - to never have achieved even a doomed and unsuccessful love. But she was not quite sure whether she had failed or not. When she was young there had been moments, of course. But those moments had never amounted to much more than a little fever of admiration - a little flutter and agitation in a ballroom - so slight a feeling that the cautious Dido had never considered it a secure foundation for a lifetime of living together. And then, sooner or later, she had always made and odd remark, or laughed at the wrong moment, and the young men became alarmed or angry - and the flutter and the agitation all turned to irritation. Dido could laugh and gossip about love as well as any woman but, deep down, she suspected that she had not the knack of falling into it.

In such a night stood Dido with a willow in her hand upon the wild sea-banks, and waft her love to come again to Carthage Jessica: In such a night Medea gathered the enchanted herbs that did renew old Aeson. Lorenzo: In such a night did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew, and with an unthrift love did run from Venice, as far as Belmont. Jessica: In such a night did young Lorenzo swear he lov'd her well, stealing her soul with many vows of faith, and ne'er a true one. Lorenzo: In such a night did pretty Jessica (like a little shrow) slander her love, and he forgave it her. Jessica: I would out-night you, did nobody come; but hark, I hear the footing of a man.

non et vario noctem sermone trahebat infelix Dido, longumque bibebat amorem, multa super Priamo rogitans, super Hectore multa; nunc quibus Aurorae venisset filius armis, nunc quales Diomedis equi, nunc quantus Achilles.

The other side of shore is always the success

Being an atheist has its own benefits, you can explore all the forms of Gods without any reason to worship it

Feeling tired? Learn to rest, not to quit

Live like the water droplets on the lotus's leaves, connected yet disconnected, and be open to letting go when u have to.

Aeneas comes to her court a suppliant, impoverished and momentarily timid. He is a good-looking man. If anything, his scars emphasize that. The aura of his divine failure wraps around him like a cloak. Dido feels the tender contempt of the strong for the unlucky, but this is mixed with something else, a hunger that worms through her bones and leaves them hollow, to be filled with fire.

If there is any power of righteousness in Heaven, you will drink to the dregs the cup of punishment amid sea rocks and as you suffer cry "Dido" againa and again. Though far, yet I shall be near, haunting you with flames of blackest pitch. And when death's chill has parted my body from its breath, wherever you go my spectre will be there,. You will have your punishment, you villain. And I shall hear, the news will reach me deep in the world of death.

ليتني طفل لا يكبر أبدا ً , فلا أنافق ولا أراهن , ولا أكره أحدا" — جبران خليل جبران

Look within, you will see your own universe

There is only one thing that makes you a man. that is, by the way you treat a woman and a greater man? when she says you are a gentleman

Respond only to the righteous criticism from righteous people in a righteous way.

We are all beggars, just begging different things

The more we know the less we understand

You meet the wrong people and then you suffocate the right one when you met, as revenge for all the bad experiences you went through

We are all just bi-products of atoms that are trying to understand themselves and the limits of their capabilities

Read ten books and you become the eleventh book

Faith and breath are inevitable for life

Every phrase Osho said is a brief of a good book. Every book of Osho's is a library full of books. Understanding him and his wisdom itself is a beautiful life's journey.

Suffering, that's a Universal law of nature

Augustine said he wept more for the death of Dido than he did for the death of his own saviour. What about Book Four, the best book of the best poem of the best poet?

I won’t hold you, I won’t even refute you — go! — strike out for Italy on the winds, your realm across the sea. I hope, I pray, if the just gods still have any power, wrecked on the rocks mid-sea you’ll drink your bowl of pain to the dregs, crying out the name of Dido over and over, and worlds away I’ll hound you then with pitch-black flames, and when icy death has severed my body from its breath, then my ghost will stalk you through the world! You’ll pay, you shameless, ruthless — and I will hear of it, yes, the report will reach me even among the deepest shades of Death!

Osho made over 600 books with his shared knowledge, had over 300,000 books in his personal library. But the world only knows of his one book he wrote about sex and his 99 Rolce-Royce car collections.

Savaş şöyle bir dokunup geçmişti bize. Bir ufak tırmık yarasıydı bu henüz. Sırada hançer vardı. Böyledir yüreği insanoğlunun: Küçücük bir felakette duracak gibi olur, sonuna kadar dayanır büyük felaketlere

A relationship is like a bottle of old wine. Once a broken bottle it's a broken bottle. Unless you can work on a relationship with the same care, love, and joy as it was it's the first day. Which no one can.

Despairing Dido, queen of ancient Carthage, slain by her own hand as her magnificent lover Aeneas lifts anchor and sails away forever: this is one of the most haunting and permanent images of the classical world.

For who can move when fair Belinda fails?   Not half so fix'd the Trojan could remain, 5   While Anna begg'd and Dido rag'd in vain.   Then grave Clarissa graceful wav'd her fan;   Silence ensu'd, and thus the nymph began.

Make friends with people who aren't your age, hang out with people whose first language isn't the same as yours. Get to know someone who doesn't come from your social class. This is how you see the world. This is how you grow.

What indeed is more pitiful than a piteous person who has no pity for himself? I could weep over the death Dido brought upon herself out of love for Aeneas, yet I shed no tears over the death I brought upon myself by not loving you.

The day you’re born you are given a name, a Nationality, religion to follow, God to prey, an evil to fear, and a big rule book that you have to abide by to live among them for they have brought you in without your permission as a welcome kit.

Portia we can admire because, having seen her leave her Earthly Paradise to do a good deed in this world (one notices, incidentally, that in this world she appears in disguise), we know that she is aware of her wealth as a moral responsibility, but the other inhabitants of Belmont, Bassanio, Gratiano, Lorenzo and Jessica, for all their beauty and charm, appear as frivolous members of a leisure class, whose carefree life is parasitic upon the labors of others, including usurers. When we learn that Jessica has spent fourscore ducats of her father’s money in an evening and bought a monkey with her mother’s ring, we cannot take this as a comic punishment for Shylock’s sin of avarice; her behavior seems rather an example of the opposite sin of conspicuous waste. Then, with the example in our minds of self-sacrificing love as displayed by Antonio, while we can enjoy the verbal felicity of the love duet between Lorenzo and Jessica, we cannot help noticing that the pairs of lovers they recall, Troilus and Cressida, Aeneas and Dido, Jason and Medea, are none of them examples of self-sacrifice or fidelity. […] Belmont would like to believe that men and women are either good or bad by nature, but Antonio and Shylock remind us that this is an illusion; in the real world, no hatred is totally without justification, no love totally innocent.

Horns and hounds awake the princely train; and issue early through the city gate, There more wakeful huntsmen ready wait, with nets and darts beside swift horse, and spartan dogs. Come the Tyrian peers and officers of state for the slow queen in antechambers waits; Her lofty courser in the court below who his majestic rider seems to know, proud of his purple trappings he paws the ground and champs the golden bit to spread the foam around. Queen Dido at length appears; flowered simar with golden fringe adorned, and at her back a golden quiver bore; her flowing hair a golden caul restrains, a golden clasp the Tyrian robe sustains.

Above all, love must be freely given, by mutual consent on both sides, through the exercise of free will. Because it is thus freely chosen, it is an act of humanity and civilisation, neither a daemonic possession such as hurled Dido upon her funeral pyre or Medea upon her children, not the base stirrings of concupiscence.

It proved how fruitful it had been to study with Lila and talk to her, to have her as a goad and support as I ventured into the world outside the neighborhood, among the things and persons and landscapes and ideas of books. Of course, I said to myself, the essay on Dido is mine, the capacity to formulate beautiful sentences comes from me; of course, what I wrote about Dido belongs to me; but didn’t I work it out with her, didn’t we excite each other in turn, didn’t my passion grow in the warmth of hers? And that idea of the city without love, which the teachers had liked so much, hadn’t it come to me from Lila, even if I had developed it, with my own ability? What should I deduce from this?

Savaşın getirdiği kinle vahşet, daha güçlü çıktı dostluk ve arkadaşlıktan... Ve temiz yürekler, düşman toprakları üzerinde unutulmuş bayraklar gibi kaldı.

God save this country, and I am an atheist

Don't try to change, be the change Don't try to be good, be good Don't try to be a Buddha, be a Buddha Don't try to be successful, behave successfully

When you feel like you have never been loved so deeply. Well, you must start to love yourself more than anyone else.

We only know what people chose for us to know

Don't be a walking advertisement for brands

Anything you want so badly looks beautiful to you. Not everything which is beautiful is felt beautiful by everyone.

Sometimes you want it so bad that you don't know how to handle it

There is no such thing as good or bad in the universe, there are only possibilities

Get Inspired, Be inspiring

A Nation must not run by enforcing strict laws, rather, must run by the quality education and Freedom

Today's religions were once books for education, It's just that people eventually forgot to gain the knowledge from the books and started to pray it instead

There is only one thing you can take with you after your death, which is knowledge

Description of hell - Earth

Don't' be afraid, it's not gonna help anyway, does it?

Gravity is the God and the Sun is the Son of God as our ancestors tried to teach us, they were scientists with unstoppable creativity

What are you fighting for? we are all of the same vibrations

The expenses to live your life is not high. However, the expenses you live on living the others’ lifestyle is higher.

We are in desperate need of a brand new and flawless system or otherwise, we will have to see our loved ones and ourselves suffer and perish.

It's strange we think that we are all strangers. We are strangers and that makes we are all not strangers

The only place you were nearly safest was your mother's womb.

Life has become like a hard day in school and waiting for the bell to ring so we may go out with flying colors

A good Athlete may not be a good Coach, likewise, a good Coach may not be a good Athlete

People make Gods, idles, temples, and worship their Gods yet forget to act like one of their Gods

God never cares if you worship him, think of him, chanting his name, or drink his holy water. Who cares the most is one's ego and fear.

The differences between humans are not a reason to be separated but to unite and share what we know in our ways

If Egyptian pyramids were in India, they would become temples and mummies would be prayed as God's

Punishments are not the end of any problem, there must be a reason to make sure another same mistake would never happen again. Punishment itself is a path for new crimes.

It doesn't' matter how hard your life is, was, or will be just don't give up

There are only two religions in the world, they are love and hate

An atheist would not stand against any religion or worships but they rather would help you understand the science behind it

Humans are capable of great discoveries and inventions and then give the credits to a God they barely discovered

Atheism has always been understood wrongly as much as they understood God itself

Men & Women, respect your body as much as you would want others to respect you

It’s strange we think we are strangers. If we are strangers and that makes us all not strangers

Patriotism is pure politics

Why be a princess when you can be a Queen

No one is that busy, it's only about the priorities

The best direction to solve a problem is to look inward

Everything you believe, accepted and lifestyle around you is of someone's idea, an idea that you already believe in so hard that you do not want to question yourself

Giving is receiving

Sometimes, men too, deserve to be spoiled, told they are handsome, Told their efforts are appreciated and should also be made secure, If he treats you like a Queen, treat him like a King

I thought of human beings, as far back as I had read, of our deeds and didoes. According to some scientists, we were born to forever crawl in swamps, but for some not yet explained reason, we decided to stand erect and, despite gravity's pull and push, to remain standing. We, carnivorous beings, decided not to eat our brothers and sisters but to try to respect them. And further, to try to love them.

It’s time for every kid, student, and younger person to come out and protest, demanding a better education system, or otherwise, you will also be left to live a hopeless life, like humans did all these years.

I will always be the other woman. I disappear for a time like the moon in daylight, then rise at night all mother-of-pearl so that a man’s upturned face, watching, will have reflected on it the milk of longing. And though he may leave, memory will perfect me. One day the light may fall in a certain way on Penelope’s hair, and he will pause wildly… but when she turns, it will only be his wife, to whom white sheets simply mean laundry— even Nausikaä in her silly braids thought more washing linen than of him, preferring Odysseus clean and oiled to that briny, unkempt lion I would choose. Let Dido and her kind leap from cliffs for love. My men will moan and dream of me for years… desire and need become the same animal in the silken dark. To be the other woman is to be a season that is always about to end, when the air is flowered with jasmine and peach, and the weather day after day is flawless, and the forecast is hurricane.

Aber welche Absicht hatte er eigentlich gehabt? In diesem Augenblick hätte er sich nur noch der Philosophie zuwenden können. Aber die Philosophie in diesem Zustand, worin sie sich damals befand, erinnerte ihn an die Geschichte der Dido, wo eine Ochsenhaut auf Riemen geschnitten wird, während es sehr ungewiß blieb, ob man auch wirklich ein Königreich damit umspannt; und was sich von Neuem ansetzte, war von ähnlicher Art wie das, was er selbst getrieben hatte, und vermochte ihn nicht zu verlocken. Er konnte nur sagen, daß er sich von dem, was er eigentlich hatte sein wollen, weiter entfernt fühlte als in seiner Jugend, falls es ihm nicht überhaupt ganz und gar unbekannt geblieben war. In wundervoller Schärfe sah er, mit Ausnahme des Geldverdienens, das er nicht nötig hatte, alle von seiner Zeit begünstigten Fähigkeiten und Eigenschaften in sich, aber die Möglichkeit ihrer Anwendung war ihm abhandengekommen; und da es schließlich, wenn schon Fußballspieler und Pferde Genie haben, nur noch der Gebrauch sein kann, den man von ihm macht, was einem für die Rettung der Eigenheit übrigbleibt, beschloß er, sich ein Jahr Urlaub von seinem Leben zu nehmen, um eine angemessene Anwendung seiner Fähigkeiten zu suchen.

They came to the high stone shaft with the face of Sul; they descended to the terrace below. And here Caradog waited, leaning on his silver-tipped rod and eying the horizon, until the delicate slip of the new moon moved out from behind the shoulder of Mount Damyake, with the mysterious, shadowy ghost of the old moon cradle inside it, like an egg inside its egg cup. "Now it is time," he said. "Blame it!" expostulated Dido. "It ain't right for me to die! Have you thought of that, mister? You're and old gager; you've lived nigh on fourscore years, I shouldn't wonder. You did a whole lot of things and learned a lot o' stuff --- though mussy knows, you ain't put it to very good use. But I haven't hardly done nothing! And I ain't learned much, neither, except the use of the globes that Mr. Holy taught me, and how to curtsy and cut up whales." At the thought of Mr. Holystone her voice, to her shame, began to wobble dangerously; she stopped speaking and drew a deep breath. "Cease repining, child, and go down those steps," said Caradog. "Do not quarrel with your destiny. If Sul wishes you to die, then it is your time." Dido remembered the story that Bran had told about the man who picked up the necklace. Well, if it is my destiny, she thought, best not to make a pother about it.

Τώρα όλα βγήκανε στη φόρα. Δεν υπάρχει ιδιωτική ζωή. Ένα μάτι βλέπει, ένα αφτί ακούει και η διαφήμιση διαλαλεί. Έτσι τρώνε, έτσι δουλεύουνε, έτσι ερωτεύονται, έτσι κλέβουνε, έτσι αγαπούνε, έτσι σκοτώνουν και σκοτώνονται. Χιλιάδες μικροί και μεγάλοι διαρρήκτες με σύγχρονα εργαλεία παραβιάζουνε καρδιές, εγκέφαλους, οικογενειακά κι επαγγελματικά άσυλα. Γέμισε σπιούνους η ζωή!

Welcome," she said flatly. "You are aware that the dildo iron maiden is bring your own didos?" We held up our bag of dildos. "And that there are no actual spikes or blades of any type allowed in the iron maiden?" "Did somebody really try that?" Drix asked. BellaSade nodded tiredly. She gestured to the open chamber. "As you can see, the iron maiden has steps inside so that you can impale yourself on different dildos on different levels. Any projections near the eyes or ears must be no longer that four inches and completely blunt. This is the signal hole. " She indicated a large hole in the side of the iron maiden. "If you need to safe signal use that. That--" she pointed to another large hole in the back -- "is the grope hole. Please do not signal through the grope hole or grope through the signal hole.