Rage From The Iliad Quotes

Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

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.

The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

Strife, only a slight thing when she first rears her head but her head soon hits the sky as she strides across the earth.

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

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.

A multitude of rulers is not a good thing. Let there be one ruler, one king.

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.

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!

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

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.

No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

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.

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

His descent was like nightfall.

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.

A man’s life breath cannot come back again–
no raiders in force, no trading brings it back,
once it slips through a man’s clenched teeth.