Quotes from Euripides

Give me a man, for his sons make courageous soldiers while pretty boys can only decorate the dance.

But words can conquer words.

What greater sorrow than being forced to leave behind my native earth?

Hurry, come hold me, though I am dead. Shed tears on my body as on my grave.

Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore

Ruthless is the temper of royalty; How much better to live among the equals.Let me decline in a safe old age. The very name of the middle way.

For strangely graven Is the orb of life, that one and another In gold and power may outpass his brother. And men in their millions float and flow And seethe with a million hopes as leaven; And they win their Will, or they miss their Will, And the hopes are dead or are pined for still; But whoe'er can know, As the long days go, That To Live is happy, hath found his Heaven!

O gods, spare me the sight of this thankless breed, these politicians who cringe for favors from a screaming mob and do not care what harm they do their friends, providing they can please a crowd! Tell me, on what feeble grounds can you justify your vote of death?

Truly we are creatures of labor and suffering, and nothing for long. Labor and suffering, and the plain sight of our destiny is the cruelest thing of all.

Try refusing the arrangement, or later petition for divorce -- the first is impossible while the second is like admitting you're a whore.

Fortune truly helps those who are of good judgement.

Lucky is the man who escapes a storm at sea and finds his way home to safe harbor— the man delivered from hardship. We all compete for wealth and power, and for every thousand hearts a thousand hopes. Some wither, some bear fruit. 910But the one who lives from day to day, finding good where he can: he is happy— he is a lucky man.

Not for the first time I find our lives are a shadow, and I am not afraid to say that people who think they have everything figured out and are masters of logic - they are responsible for the greatest folly. No human being is happy. Strike it rich and you are luckier than your neighbor - but happy, never.

MEDEA: The children are dead. I say this to make you suffer.

It would have been better far for men To have got their children in some other way, and women Not to have existed. Then life would have been good. CHORUS

The hounds snap fierce at your heels. Turn toward Athens. I hear them pelting hard on you, I see black flesh and snake-hands coiling round a fruit of agonizing pain.

The pain is good, as long as you're not laughing.

We would have to think the gods had no minds, to pray for murderers.

everybody loves himself more than his neighbor.

Terrible things breed in broken hearts. And I see in my mistress' eyes a fury that wont be calmed… It can't be long before her sorrow turns, as sorrow always does, into rage.

If only the herdsman had not brought him up with the flocks, not reared him, Paris, Alexander, to watch his flock by the clear springs where the nymphs rise, and the rich pastures starred with roses and hyacinths for the goddesses to gather.

power and alliance for them, slavery and conquest over us.

So, friends, what method should we use? Hard to choose. I could torch them in their love nest or butcher them in their fragrant bed.

There be many shapes of mystery; And many things God brings to be, Past hope or fear. And the end men looked for cometh not, And a path is there where no man thought. So hath it fallen here.