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Classical statue of Cupid with his bow

In Roman mythology, Cupid (Latin cupido, meaning "desire") is the god of erotic love and beauty. He is also known by another one of his Latin names, Amor (cognate with Kama). He is the son of goddess Venus and god Mercury.

In popular culture Cupid is frequently shown shooting his bow to inspire romantic love, often as an icon of Valentine's Day. He is now in the current culture the personification of love and courtship in general.

For the equivalent deity in Greek mythology, see Eros.



In the Roman version, Cupid was the son of Venus (goddess of love) and Mercury (messenger god). In the Greek version he was named Eros and seen as one of the primordial gods (though other myths exist as well). Cupid was often depicted with wings, a bow, and a quiver of arrows. The following story is almost identical in both cultures; the most familiar version is found in Lucius Apuleius's Metamorphoses. When Cupid's mother Venus became jealous of the princess Psyche, who was so beloved by her subjects that they forgot to worship Venus, she ordered Cupid to make Psyche fall in love with the vilest thing in the world. When Cupid saw Psyche, however, he was so overcome by her beauty that he fell in love with her himself.

Following that, Cupid visited Psyche every night while she slept. Speaking to her so that she could not see him, he told her never to try to see him. Psyche, though, incited by her two older sisters who told her Cupid was a monster, tried to look at him and angered Cupid. When he left, she looked all over the known world for him until at last the leader of the gods, Jupiter, gave Psyche the gift of immortality so that she could be with him. Together they had a daughter, Voluptas, or Hedone, (meaning pleasure) and Psyche became a goddess. Her name "Psyche" means "soul."

Portrayal in art and literature

In painting and sculpture, Cupid is often portrayed as a nude (or sometimes diapered) winged boy or baby (a putto) armed with a bow and a quiver of arrows.

The Hindu Kāma also has a very similar description. On gems and other surviving pieces, he is usually shown amusing himself with childhood play, sometimes driving a hoop, throwing darts, catching a butterfly, or flirting with a nymph. He is often depicted with his mother (in graphic arts, this is nearly always Venus), playing a horn. In other images, his mother is depicted scolding or even spanking him due to his mischievous nature. He is also shown wearing a helmet and carrying a buckler, perhaps in reference to Virgil's Omnia vincit amor or as political satire on wars for love or love as war.

Cupid figures prominently in ariel poetry, lyrics and, of course, elegiac love and metamorphic poetry. In epic poetry, he is less often invoked, but he does appear in Virgil's Aeneid changed into the shape of Ascanius inspiring Dido's love. In later literature, Cupid is frequently invoked as fickle, playful, and perverse. He is often depicted as carrying two sets of arrows: one set gold-headed, which inspire love; and the other lead-headed, which inspire hatred.

The best-known story involving Cupid is the tale of Cupid and Psyche.

In the Artemis Fowl book series, the character Holly Short's great-great grandfather is Cupid.

See also


  • Cotterell, Arthur & Storm, Rachel (2008). The Ultimate Encyclopedia of Mythology. Annes Publishing Ltd.. 
  • Arthur Cotterell & Rachel Storm, The Ultimate Encyclopedia of Mythology, 2008 Annes Publishing Ltd.
  • Fabio Silva Vallejo, Mitos y leyendas del mundo (Spanish), 2004 Panamericana Editorial.


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Cupid was an American dramedy series; it aired on ABC from 1998-1999.




[Love and relationship therapist Dr. Claire finds the book subject of a lifetime when a man who claims he is Cupid lands on her doorstep.]

Doctor: They found him brawling with a pimp. It seems the fellow was standing on the corner, offering to find people dates.
Claire: The pimp?
Doctor: No, the patient. The pimp took umbrage.
Claire: Well, naturally you thought of me.

Claire: I hate to admit this, but love and romance from a scientific standpoint might be a dry well.

Trevor: It's a Valentine's Day conspiracy. I don't blow my own horn, so, I end up on my wrapping paper, looking like a fat-winged baby.

Trevor: Never worn a diaper in my life.

Claire: [Points at self.] Doctor. [Points at Trevor.] Patient. Are we clear?
Trevor: Yes indeed. It's one of my favorite games ever.

Trevor: There is a gentleman out there who is hiding ping-pong balls in a place where ... let's just say that I won't be signing up for the tournament.

Trevor: It's not a job, it's a punishment. It's a hundred couples matched up before I'm allowed back.
Claire: Back where?
Trevor: Mount Olympus.
Claire: Of course.
Trevor: Hey, you asked.

Claire: Did you do something wrong?
Trevor: At the expulsion hearing they yammered on about me relearning my craft, the screwed up state of love and romance, blah blah blah, blah blah blah.

Trevor: A hundred couples, I used to knock that out before lunch.
Claire: Really.
Trevor: Yeah.
Claire: How'd you pull that off?
Trevor: My bow. My arrow? They're MA-GIC.
Claire: Do you have those with you now?
Trevor: At this moment?
Claire: Yeah. Maybe you can shoot me and I could more fully understand this magic.
Trevor: Do you see a bow?

Claire: Olympus. Tell me about it.
Trevor: Nonstop clothing-optional party, everyone's beautiful, drinking wine, chasing nymphs, an amazing place. You have no idea.
Claire: I saw Boogie Nights, okay? Neptune. Details.
Trevor: Gives me a team of oxen and handful of sheep every year for my birthday.
Claire: Sheep! That's interesting. Not what I meant, though. Hm.

Trevor: It's not compatibility. It's the chemistry, and the heat!
Claire: For six months if you're lucky. then it's negotiation, compromise, and friendship.
Trevor: Then you die.

Trevor 'Cupid' Hale: Make a move! Get in the game! You gonna get hurt? Have a beautiful train wreck.

Claire: 15 years of training has prepared me to help these people.
Trevor: And being the Roman god of love for 3000 years had prepared me for what. Desk job at Hallmark?

Claire: Take a good look around you, Eros. The divorce rate, the personals -- your methodology did not work.

[At a crowded neighborhood bar, a large bully pushes his way between a weedy member of Claire's relationship group and Claire at the bar.]
Bully: [Cowing the weedy man] Got a problem, buddy? A little something you need to get off your chest? Didn't think so.
Claire: Small penis. Acting out in public often stems from feelings of sexual inadequacy.
[Bully grabs Claire's face.]
Bully: You think. Maybe we should test your little theory. See how inadequate I am.
Trevor: [Approaching] Bad move, brother.
Bully: Later, pal. We got a budding romance here.
[From behind, Trevor shoves the sharp end of a metal pen up the Bully's nostril and starts to pull.]
Trevor: You ever watch Fame? You know what I have in common with Bruno, Leroy and Coco? I'm going to live forever. What about you? You going to live forever? See, it would saturate my pleasure gland to rip your skin off and make ponchos for the kids. So keep your paws off my shrink here, because I'm a frustrated taxidermist and I'd love to go deep on you. We on the same team, butter bean?
[Trevor releases the bully, who runs away.]
Claire: "Fame." You get cable on Mount Olympus?
Trevor: Omniscience, baby. Look it up.

Woman: He's kind of sexy.
Claire: Sexy how?
Woman: Sexy in that, "I'd like to have sex with him," kind of way.
Claire: No he's not.

Trevor: Do you people know nothing about romance?
Claire: Ah. The chair recognizes Trevor's id.

Claire: Why don't you meet me at the Clark Street El stop?
Trevor: Uh huh. Good. Listen, after that, I want you to take a look at the stain on my ceiling.
Claire: Trevor.
Trevor: Don't get all sweaty-palmed on me, snack time. Professional curiosity. The shape. I think it's an abstract representation of innocence lost.
Claire: Or?
Trevor: A duckie.

The Linguist

[Claire recruits the assistance of a socially-inept linguist to try to identify Trevor's origins, only to discover her ally is in need of a little help in love.]
Trevor: I've been thinking.
Claire: I thought I heard something.
Trevor: I'm matching up a hundred couples, one at a time. It's taking way too long.
Claire: Trevor, that is great. Reality poking its head out for the first time. Good for you.
Trevor: You know what? I've got to think grander. I'm going to start a new religion.
Claire: Oh, reality just saw its shadow. 6 more weeks of dementia.
Trevor: Think about it. Sun Myung Moon. marries a hundred couples, right? Considers it an off day.
Claire: You're forgetting that it took him a lifetime to establish himself as a religious leader.
Trevor: But I'm a god. I already have a head start!
Claire: Okay. Poverty, humility, celibacy -- as your psychologist, I have to say it's not your strong suit.
Trevor: My religion's going to be fun. Cupidians will cruise through the airport with a small cup that says 'keg fund.'
Claire: "Cupidians?"
Trevor: Hey, I'll need a high priestess, a woman who embodies the unattainable carnal archetype, a glimpse of heaven for the pilgrims, a nude for stained glass.
Claire: Oh, rats, here I've got this hoity-toity dinner party tonight, so.
Trevor: Yeah, well, who was asking. I was only wondering if you could get me in touch with Courtney Love.

Trevor: I thought your name was Champ.
Champ: It's a stage name.
Trevor: You chose that name?
Champ: Look, stage names if you can't think of one they say you should take the name of your first pet.
Trevor: There's nothing wrong with Albert.
Champ: Well, you obviously never grew up black and overweight in America, then.
Trevor: You don't know that.

Claire: Well, generally speaking, Lawrence, when a woman leaves something behind, an earring or a purse, let's say, it's not the nesting sign that most men assume it to be. It could mean nothing more than she's forgetful.
Lawrence: It was her grandmother's china.
Claire: Oh. You may have a problem.

Heaven, He's in Heaven

Trevor: Coffee without caffeine. Can someone explain that to me? That's like sex without the spanking.

A Truly Fractured Fairy Tale

Trevor: In this corner we have the women. They claim to be looking for love, yet they have a recurring speech impediment every time a man comes into the picture ... you can't say 'yes'. In the other corner we have the men. Might as well file their tax returns under professional doormats. They really feel they can handle themselves in bed, yet they can't figure out why they end up doing just that.

First Loves

Meat Market

[Trever and Claire fight over who helps a young couple]

Trever: I just wanna help!

Claire: Okay. shoves dummy in his face Help the dummy.

Pick-Up Schticks

Heart of the Matter

Trevor: People wonder if movies reflect real life. Hell yes, they do. I'll tell you how. Both make it difficult for two people to find each other and fall in love. Think about it. All the barriers that get put in the way of romance which in movies is exactly the point. That's what holds our interest for two hours. But in real life, love would hold our interest. Movies end when two people finally embrace, but that is exactly when life begins. Everyone is aching for magic. Everyone wants that moment in the third act when their eyes meet and the music swells, and they fall into their lover's arms. But no one talks! No one connects anymore. Life is a very long movie, and everyone is stuck in the second act. This is what I wanna know.... why can't we cut to the climax?! Why can't we move right pass all the barriers and go straight to the part that everyone's waiting for --- the part where the guy gets the girl.

The End of an Eros

Dr. Wyatt: What is going on?
Trevor: Love reborn, sugarplum. It's like a bad rash, you know? Can't be stopped. Goes away, comes back...
Dr. Wyatt: Itches.
Trevor: But it's damn gratifying to scratch.

Hung Jury

A Great Personality

Trevor: Beautiful people end up together. Show me the exception, and I will show you a relationship based on something even more shallow. Wealth, power, rock stardom and a .315 batting average.

Grand Delusions

Bachelorette Party

The Children's Hour

Botched Makeover

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CUPID was created by Rob Thomas [1] and broadcast by ABC [2] (C) 1997/1998).

1911 encyclopedia

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From LoveToKnow 1911

CUPID (Cupido, " desire"), the Latin name for the god of love, Eros. Cupid is generally identical with Amor. The idea of the god of love in Roman poetry is due to the influence of Alexandrian poets and artists, in whose hands he degenerated into a mischievous boy with essentially human characteristics. His usual attribute is the bow. For the story of Cupid and Psyche, see under Psyche.

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Definition from Wiktionary, a free dictionary

A cupid motif.
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Latin Cupīdō, from cupido desire, desire of love, from cupidus.


Proper noun




  1. (Roman mythology) : The god of love, son of Venus; usually depicted as a naked, winged boy with bow and arrow.

Derived terms



  • Anagrams of cdipu
  • pudic

Simple English

(French for Cupid), by William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1875.]]

Cupid, also called Amor (Latin for love), is the god of desire in Roman mythology. He fired golden arrows at people to make them fall in love, and lead arrows to make people fall out of love.

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