Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
HomerA small rock holds back a great wave.
HomerEven his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.
HomerSo, the gods don't hand out all their gifts at once, not build and brains and flowing speech to all. One man may fail to impress us with his looks but a god can crown his words with beauty, charm, and men look on with delight when he speaks out. Never faltering, filled with winning self-control, he shines forth at assembly grounds and people gaze at him like a god when he walks through the streets. Another man may look like a deathless one on high but there's not a bit of grace to crown his words. Just like you, my fine, handsome friend.
HomerI didn't lie! I just created fiction with my mouth!
HomerEach man delights in the work that suits him best.
HomerCome, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so?
Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you.
And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am?
The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life--
A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you,
Death and the strong force of fate are waiting.
There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon
When a man will take my life in battle too--
flinging a spear perhaps
Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.
Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.
HomerTags: iliad-beginning
Immortals are never alien to one another.
HomerIm Frieden begraben die Söhne ihre Väter, im Krieg begraben Väter ihre Söhne.
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