Quotes from Euripides

An homecoming that striveth ever more And cometh to no home.

Would ye be wise, ye Cities, fly from war!

A terrible thing it is to be a mother, and it bears a great endearment, and one common to all, so as to toil on behalf of their children.

What's more, we are born women. It mat be we're unqualified for deeds of virtue: yet as the architects of every kind of mischief, we are supremely skilled.

Praise to God! Bless ye the Tyrant's fall!

For when a man of high degree meets with adversity, he feels the strangeness of his fallen state more keenly than a sufferer of long standing.

Indeed it is not usual for the young to grieve.

What they say of us is that we have a peaceful time Living at home, while they do the fighting in war. How wrong they are! I would very much rather stand Three times in the front of battle than bear one child.

O God, you have given to mortals a sure method Of telling the gold that is pure from the counterfeit; Why is there no mark engraved upon men's bodies, By which we could know the true ones from the false ones?

O cruel Truth, is this thine home-coming?

Is love so small a pain,do you think, for a woman?

No hay labrador que pueda ganarse el pan, por mucho que los dioses tenga siempre en la boca, si no se da él mismo al trabajo.

Ah! there is naught more serviceable to mankind than a prudent distrust.

Notes of joy blend with the tearful dirge When Apollo's voice rings forth, when with his golden plectrum He rouses rich music from his lute. I too will chant the praise Of one who has entered the night of the world below

There is nothing worse than a bad woman, and nothing better in any way than a good one.

Dionysus. Wilt thou be led By me, and try the venture?

If the gods do a shameful thing, they are not gods.

necessity breaks even the strong.

The man who would prefer great wealth or strength             more than love, more than friends, is diseased of soul.

For the discreet among mortals are such as pass through life correctly with wisdom.

LEADER. And who hath said that Love shall bring   More joy to man than fear and strife? I knew his perils from of old, I know them now, when I behold   The bitter faring of my King, Whose love is taken, and his life   Left evermore an empty thing.

And for thee, who didst me all that evil, I prophesy an evil doom.

Both stupid and lacking in foresight those poets of old who wrote songs for revels and dinners and banquets - pleasant sounds for men living at ease; but none of them all has discovered how to put to an end with their singing or musical instrument - grief, bitter grief from which death and disaster cheat the hopes of a house

This thy wit hath no wit.