Homer Quotes (155 Quotes)

    But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.

    Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness-she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over the heads of men to trap us all. She entangles one man, now another.

    Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.

    But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as well-for your own son's death. Never again will you embrace him stiding home. My spirit rebels-I've lost the will to live, to take my stand in the world of men-

    Sing to me, Muse, of the wrath of Achilles, son of Peleus, which brought countless ills upon the Acheans.

    Cattle and fat sheep can all be had for the raiding, tripods for the trading, and tawny headed stallions. But a mans's lifebreath cannot come back again- no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.

    Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.

    Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven; think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable

    The roaring seas and many a dark range of mountains lie between us.

    Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it's born with us the day that we are born.

    Upon my word, just see how mortal men always put the blame on us gods! We are the source of evil, so they say - when they have only their own madness to think if their miseries are worse than they ought to be.

    Why, pray, must the Argives needs fight the Trojans? What made the son of Atreus gather the host and bring them? Was it not for the sake of Helen? Are the sons of Atreus the only men in the world who love their wives? Any man of common right feeling will love and cherish her who is his own, as I this woman, with my whole heart

    Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.

    I wish that strife would vanish away from among gods and mortals, and gall, which makes a man grow angry for all his great mind, that gall of anger that swarms like smoke inside of a man's heart and becomes a thing sweeter to him by far than the dripping of honey.

    You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you'd run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat-coward!

    Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?

    You, you insolent brazen bitch-you really dare to shake that monstrous spear in Father's face?

    It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.

    A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time

    Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one-so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim-the greater man.

    Ah how shameless - the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.

    Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.

    Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off-all tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms… That's how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.

    By hook or by crook this peril too shall be something that we remember

    Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.

    Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.

    All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.

    And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!

    Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.

    Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.

    Antilochus! You're the most appalling driver in the world! Go to hell!

    No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man's hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.

    For a friend with an understanding heart is worth no less than a brother

    For never, never, wicked man was wise.

    No living man can send me to the shades Before my time no man of woman born, Coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

    A green old age, unconscious of decay That proves the hero born in better days.

    The ruins of himself now worn away With age, yet still majestic in decay.

    And taste The melancholy joy of evils past For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.

    Modesty is of no use to a beggar.

    The women of Greece count their age from their marriage, not from their birth

    In youth and beauty, wisdom is but rare!

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