Quotes from Euripides

Para mi quiero, antes que un rico, un Pobre que tenga un alma grande.

We gain the most hateful things at the hand of those dearest.

And women, though most helpless in doing good deeds, Are of every evil the cleverest of contrivers.

Para mí quiero, antes que un rico, un Pobre que tenga un alma grande.

Verily we must believe the Gods are senseless, if we feel well disposed to murderers.

ELECTRA: ¡Ah, cómo puedes acoger a huéspedes tan altos en su alcurnia, cuando miras la escasez y miseria de tu hogar? CAMPESINO: Nobles dices que son y así se muestra. No importa la pequeñez y pobreza de nuestra casa: si nobles son, con ella han de ajustarse

Con la ayuda de sus bellos ojos destrozó de la peor manera a la próspera Troya.

Überstrahlst du solche, die sich hochgelehrt im Geist bedünken, bist du rings ein Ärgernis. (Medeia)

Look at it steadily; come closer to the truth. I see-- O, gods, what horror! Oh, what misery!

But do thou remain, there is no use for punctilio, if we can [but save your life.]

There is strange tyranny in the god who sent Against your house this cruel punishment.

Never that is shall die.

So that many characters which passed as heroic, or at least presentable, in the kindly remoteness of legend, reveal some strange weakness when brought suddenly into the light. When the tradition is Satyric, as here, the same process produces almost an opposite effect. It is somewhat as though the main plot of a gross and jolly farce were pondered over and made more true to human character till it emerged as a refined and rather pathetic comedy.

How strange, that bad soil, if the gods send rain and sun, Bears a rich crop, while good soil, starved of what it needs, Is Barren; but man´s nature is ingrained - the bad Is never anything but bad, and the good man Is good: misfortune cannot warp his character, His goodness will endure.

The stamp of royal birth is an unmistakable Miracle; and when those who bear a noble name Are worthy of it, the mircable is greater still.

To the dear lone lands untroubled of men, Where no voice sounds, and amid the shadowy green The little things of the woodland live unseen.

If any man thinks wealth or power of greater worth To him who has them, than a good friend- he is mad.

If your enemy is a man of honour (...), yield to him; you may touch his heart, Perhaps win generous terms. If he´s a rat - beware!

To me, a wicked man who is also eloquent seems the most guilty of them all. He´ll cut your throat as bold as brass, because he knows he can dress up murder in handsome words.

Ahimè, sento parole dolorose, peggiori per me di ogni morte. Non essere così crudele da abbandonarmi, te ne prego, per gli dei, per questi figli che lascerai orfani. Non cedere, fatti coraggio! Se tu muori io non sono più niente: solo per te esisto e vivo.

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!

Let innocence, the god´s loveliest gift, chose me for her own; Never may the dread Cyprian craze my heart to leave old love for new, sending to assault me angry disputes and feuds unending;

Give me your hand; I'll hold you....Then wipe off on me all your uncleanness, all; I do not shrink from it.

You don't know what your life is, nor what you're doing, nor who you are.