Homer Quotes

And empty words are evil.

…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible - magic to make the sanest man go mad.

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

Life is largely a matter of expectation.

[I]t is the wine that leads me on,
the wild wine
that sets the wisest man to sing
at the top of his lungs,
laugh like a fool – it drives the
man to dancing... it even
tempts him to blurt out stories
better never told.

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end
So voluble a weapon is the tongue;
Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail
For every man has equal strength to rail.

Too many kings can ruin an army

How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!

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.

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing, sooner than war.

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

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!

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.

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 -

The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.

Beauty! Terrible Beauty!
A deathless Goddess- so she strikes our eyes!

Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.

but sing no more this bitter tale that wears my heart away

Im Frieden begraben die Söhne ihre Väter, im Krieg begraben Väter ihre Söhne.

Ah my friend, if you and I could escape this fray and live forever, never a trace of age, immortal, I would never fight on the front lines again or command you to the field where men win fame.