Quotes from Sophocles

You, you'll see no more the pain I suffered, all the pain I caused! Too long you looked on the ones you never should have seen, blind to the ones you longed to see, to know! Blind from this hour on! Blind in the darkness—blind!

never should have seen, blind to the ones you longed to see, to know! Blind from this hour on! Blind in the darkness—blind!

Now, in this one day, wailing, madness and doom, death, disgrace

Am I all evil, then? It must be so. If I was created so, born to this fate, who could deny the savagery of God? May I never see that day! Never! Rather let me vanish from the race of men Than know the abomination destined me!

all the griefs in the world that you can name, all are theirs forever.

No, I can't repeat it, it's unholy.

Look through all humanity: you'll never find a man on earth, if a god leads him on, who can escape his fate.

Now he'll tear himself from his native earth, not linger, curse the house with his own curse.

Careful! There is war in women too, as you know by experience, I think.

O the terror— the suffering, for all the world to see, the worst terror that ever met my eyes. What madness swept over you?

Creon: You consider it right for a man of my years and experience To go to school to a boy? Haimon: It is not right If I am wrong. But if I am young, and right, What does my age matter?

You drive me back down my desperation—that unclouded incurable never forgotten evil growing inside my life.

so much fascinates my eyes, but you ... I shudder at the sight.

My destiny, my dark power, what a leap you made!

To the depths of terror, too dark to hear, to see.

Dark, horror of darkness my darkness, drowning, swirling around me crashing wave on wave—unspeakable, irresistible headwind, fatal harbor!

So, when I am nothing—then am I a man?

the stabbing daggers, stab of memory raking me insane.

If thou dost count a virtue stubbornness, Unschooled by reason, thou art much astray.

No wonder you suffer twice over, the pain of your wounds, the lasting grief of pain.

But surely they will shroud my corpse with Theban dust?

Dear friend, still here? Standing by me, still with a care for me, the blind man?

Fate works most for woe With Folly's fairest show. Man's little pleasure is the spring of sorrow.

And also because - Oh, my darling, my darling, forgive me; I'm going to cause you quite a lot of pain.