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“Fléctere si néqueo súperos Acheronta movebo - If I cannot move heaven, I will raise hell.”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“...She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“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.)”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“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...”
― Virgil

“Death's brother, sleep.”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the sea
and what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“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.”
― Virgil

“The Greeks shape bronze statues so real they seem to breathe,
And carve cold marble until it almost comes to life.
The Greeks compose great orations, and measure
The heavens so well they can predict the rising of the stars.
But you, Romans, remember your great arts;
To govern the peoples with authority,
To establish peace under the rule of law,
To conquer the mighty, and show them mercy once they are conquered."

-Virgil, Aeneid VI, 847-853”
― Virgil

“Macte virtute, sic itur ad astra.

("excellence is the way to the stars" - IX.641)”
― Virgil, Aeneid

“As I look ahead, I am filled with foreboding. Like the Roman, I seem to see "the River Tiber foaming with much blood.”
― Enoch Powell

“Then answered her son, who turns the stars in the sky:
'What way art thou bending fate, Mother? What dost thou ask
For these thy ships? May vessels built by the hands
Of mortal men claim an immortal right?
Is Aeneas to pass, sure of the outcome, through dangers
When nothing is sure? To what god is such power allowed?”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“I am Aeneas, duty-bound, and known
Above high air of heaven by my fame. -AM #CymruAMbyth”
― Aeneas Middleton

“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?”
― Boris Johnson

“Venus could bear no more of his laments and broke in on his tale of endless hardship...”
― Virgil, The Aeneid (Penguin Classics) [Paperback] [2003] (Author) Virgil, David West

“I fear the Greeks, especially bearing gifts.”
― Virgil, The Aeneid (Penguin Classics) [Paperback] [2003] (Author) Virgil, David West

“The design is mine. The daring, yours.”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“Now call back Your courage, and have done with fear and sorrow. Some day, perhaps, remembering even this Will be a pleasure. Through diversities Of luck, and through so many challenges, We hold our course for Latium" Line 275”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“I am Aeneas, duty-bound, and known Above high air of heaven by my fame, Carrying with me in my ships our gods Of hearth and home, saved from the enemy. I look for Italy to be my fatherland, And my descent is from all-highest Jove. " Line 519”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“What spot on earth," He said, "what region of the carth, Achates, Is not full of the story of our sorrow? Look, here is Priam. Even so far away Great valor has due honor; they weep here For how the world goes, and our life that passes Touches their hearts. Throw off your fear. This fame Insures some kind of refuge."" Line 624”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“There the Tyrians Were hard at work: laying courses for walls, Rolling up stones to build the citadel, citadel While others picked out building sites and plowed but his A boundary furrow. Laws were being enacted, Magistrates and a sacred senate chosen. Here men were dredging harbors, there they laid The deep foundation of a theatre, And quarried massive pillars to enhance The future stage- as bees in early summer In sunlight in the flowering fields Hum at their work, and bring along the young Full-grown to beehood; as they cram their combs With honey, brimming all the cells with nectar, Or take newcomers' plunder, or like troops Alerted, drive away the lazy drones, And labor thrives and sweet thyme scents the honey." line580”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“Soldiers, Brave as you are to no end, if you crave To face the last fight with me, and no doubt of it, How matters stand for us each one can see. The gods by whom this kingdom stood are gone, Gone from the shrines and altars. You defend A city lost in flames. Come, let us die, We'll make a rush into the thick of it. The conquered have one safety: hope for none.'" 2.465”
― Virgil, The Aeneid (Penguin Classics) [Paperback] [2003] (Author) Virgil, David West

“Priam before the altars, with his blood Drenching the fires that he himself had blessed. Those fifty bridal chambers, hope of a line So flourishing; those doorways high and proud, Adorned with takings of barbaric gold, Were all brought low: fire had them, or the Greeks." 2.654”
― Virgil, The Aeneid (Penguin Classics) [Paperback] [2003] (Author) Virgil, David West

“the old man threw his spear With feeble impact; blocked by the ringing bronze, It hung there harmless from the jutting boss. Then Pyrrhus answered: 'You'll report the news To Pelides, my father; don't forget My sad behavior, the degeneracy Of Neoptolemus. Now die.' With this, To the altar step itself he dragged him trembling, Slipping in the pooled blood of his son, And took him by the hair with his left hand. The sword flashed in his right; up to the hilt He thrust it in his body. That was the end Of Priam's age, the doom that took him off, With Troy in flames before his eyes, his towers Headlong fallen—he that in other days Had ruled in pride so many lands and peoples, The power of Asia. On the distant shore. The vast trunk headless lies without a name." 2.702”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“Son why let suffering goad you on to fury past control" 2.780”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“Three times I tried to put my arms around her neck, Three times enfolded nothing, as the wraith Slipped through my fingers, bodiless as wind, Or like a flitting dream." 2.1026”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“The morning star Now rose on Ida's ridges, bringing day. Greeks had secured the city gates. No help Or hope of help existed. So I resigned myself, picked up my father, And turned my face toward the mountain range." 2.1041”
― Virgil, The Aeneid

“and in the end the port of Drepanum took me in, a landing without joy. for after storms at sea had buffeted me so often, here, alas, i lost my father, solace in all affliction and mischance; o best of fathers, in my weariness-- though you had been delivered from so many perils in vain -- alas here you forsook me." 3.935”
― Virgil, The Aeneid (Penguin Classics) [Paperback] [2003] (Author) Virgil, David West