Quotes from Homer

Men—let one of them die, another live, however their luck may run. Let Zeus decide the fates of the men of Troy and men of Argos both, to his deathless heart's content—that is only right.

Translation is the art of listening. In one ear is the sound of the original text, and in the other is a rhythm, wordless, waiting to find its voice. Somehow, eventually, the right words rise into the rhythm and become it, as if the listening created what one wanted to hear.

War is men's business; and this war is the business of every man in Ilium, myself above all.

The child of morning, rosy-fingered Dawn, appeared.

Zeus the Thunderer in his own person and with all solemnity made me certain promises. These you tell me to forget; and instead you would have me base my actions on the flight of birds, winged creatures who do not interest me at all - in fact I do not care whether they fly to the right towards the morning sun or to the left into the western gloom.

Tell me now, you Muses who have your homes on Olympos. 485  For you, who are goddesses, are there, and you know all things, and we have heard only the rumor of it and know nothing. Who then of those were the chief men and the lords of the Danaäns? I

loathsome Eriphyle — 370 bribed with a golden necklace to lure her lawful husband to his death .

Calchas the son of Thestor, far the most eminent of bird-seers

They made these improving remarks to one another, but Apollo leaned aside to say to Hermes:   "Son of Zeus, beneficent Wayfinder, would you accept a coverlet of chain, if only you lay by Aphrodite's golden side?"   To this the Wayfinder replied, shining:   "Would I not, though, Apollo of distances! Wrap me in chains three times the weight of these, come goddesses and gods to see the fun; only let me lie beside the pale-golden one!"   The

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Untimely sent; they on the battle plain Unburied lay, a prey to rav'ning dogs, And carrion birds; but so had Jove decreed

Gritó horriblemente el sufridor, el divino Odiseo y se lanzó de un brinco como el águila que vuela alto. Entonces el Cronida arrojó ardiente rayo que cayó delante de la de ojos brillantes, la de poderoso padre, y ésta se dirigió a Odiseo:

All right then. Here's my story. Even though it plunges me into deeper grief than I feel now. But that's the way of the world, when one has been so far from home, so long away as I, roving over many cities of men, enduring many hardships.

Take my advice then, and set aside all thoughts of avenging your son. Many a finer and stronger man than he has been killed before now and will be killed hereafter. We can hardly expect to keep our eyes on the pedigree of every man on Earth.

As it is, you lie mangled here, and my heart rejects all thought of food. Not that I lack it. I lack you.

their aggression reaches330 the iron sky.

Hector...boast while you may. The victory is yours, a gift from Zeus the Son of Cronos and Apollo. They conquered me...Listen to this and ponder it well. You too, I swear it, have not long to live. Already sovran Destiny and Death are very close to you, death at the hands of Achilles, the peerless son of Peleus

for a dream, too, is from Zeus

not even if you speak of Agamemnon

Bird life aplenty is found in the sunny air, not all of it significant.

The Iliad, said Aristotle, is pathetic and simple; the Odyssey is ethical and mixed.

They that shun dishonour more often live than get killed, but they that fly save neither life nor name.

How I wish that discord could be banished from the world of gods and men, and with it anger, insidious as trickling honey, anger that makes the wisest man flare up and spreads like smoke through his whole being

As is the generation of leaves, so is that of humanity. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the live timber burgeons with leaves again in the season of spring returning. So one generation of men will grow while another 150  dies. Yet if you wish to learn all this and be certain of my genealogy: there are plenty of men who know it.