Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love. Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus
CatullusRead
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred, then a thousand more.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote expresses a deep passion for love and intimacy, emphasizing the desire for affectionate connection.
In this quote, Catullus captures the essence of romantic affection through the playful request for kisses, demonstrating an insatiable yearning for love's embrace. The sequence of numbers highlights the joy and abundance found in intimate moments, portraying love as something meant to be savored and multiplied, reinforcing the importance of closeness and connection between lovers.
Themes
KissesLoveIntimacyPassionAffection
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a wedding speech to illustrate the depth of love.
More from Catullus
All quotes βIt is difficult to suddenly give up a long love. Difficile est longum subito deponere amorem
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Godlike the man who_x000D_ sits at her side, who_x000D_ watches and catches_x000D_ that laughter_x000D_ which (softly) tears me_x000D_ to tatters: nothing is left of me, each time_x000D_ I see her.
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Brother, hello and good-bye. Frater, ave atque vale
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To whom do I give my new elegant little book? Cui dono lepidum novum libellum?
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My mind's sunk so low, Claudia, because of you, wrecked itself on your account so bad already, that I couldn't like you if you were the best of women, -or stop loving you, no matter what you do.
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