Danh ngôn của Quintus Ennius
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men.
Chớ có ai khóc thương tôi, Chớ để ai cử hành đám tang tôi bằng tang chế; vì tôi vẫn sống, khi tôi đi đi lại lại qua miệng loài người.
Tác giả: Quintus Ennius | Chuyên mục: Sympathy | Sứ mệnh: [5]
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Các câu danh ngôn khác của cùng chuyên mục: Sympathy
- There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief.
- I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
- My mother listened to all the news from the camp during the strike. She said little, especially when my father or the men who worked for him were about I remember her instinctive and unhesitating sympathy for the miners.
- Artworks are especially good at helping our psyches in a variety of ways: they rebalance our moods, lend us hope, usher in calm, stretch our sympathies, reignite our senses, and reawaken appreciation.
- It's hard for me to think of others because I'm not particularly in sympathy with the music of this century.