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"Life must go on, I forget just why"
and
"Love has gone and left me, and the neighbors knock and borrow,
And life goes on forever like the gnawing of a mouse.
And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
There's this little street and this little house."
(Edna St. Vincent Millay)
(I used to look up latin quotes and write stories around them somehow, I wonder why I stopped doing that^^)
Well, here's Latin, then! ;)
Here:
Non est medicina sine lingua Latina
(There is no medicine without the Latin language)
Ad astra per aspera
(To the stars through difficulties)
Gutta cavat lapidem
(Continuous dropping of water wears away stone)
Omnia mea mecum porto
(All that's mine I carry with me)--this one has a marvelous story to it that I can tell you if you wish :) it's one of my favourites.
Primum non nocere or Noli nocere
(First do no harm or Do no harm)--a physician's motto
Dum spiro, spero (Cicero)
(While I breathe, I hope)
Nil desperandum
(Never despair)
Noli me tangere
(Do not touch me)
Enough? ;)
Cheers,
Cat
Two more? ;)
(Repetition is the mother of learning)
Non dolet
(It doesn't hurt)--this one has a story to it that I can post if you wish :)
Cheers,
Cat
Re: Well, here's Latin, then! ;)
Did you know that I have a story titles "Primum non Nocere" over at ff.net?
It has three chapters and the fourth was half written before it got lost in my computer crash, but maybe you'll like the first three?
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4796654/1/Primum_Non_Nocere
Re: Well, here's Latin, then! ;)
Cheers,
Cat
Omnia mea mecum porto
The story goes like this: when the ancient city of Syracuse (yes, in Greece) was besieged, the inhabitants fled and all of them were carrying belongings, household items, small pieces of furniture, etc., except for one man, who strolled along, empty-handed. When others inquired why, his answer was, "Omnia mea mecum porto"--"All that's mine I carry with me." Over the next few days, the others either sold or abandoned their belongings along the way...whereas he lectured at the villages they stopped and received enough payment for these lectures to feed himself and everyone else.
So...all one truly has is one's mind and one's skills...:)
Cheers,
Cat
Edited 2009-08-03 08:13 pm (UTC)