Quotes from Homer

It was built against the will of the immortal gods, and so it did not last for long.

There is a fullness of all things, even of sleep and love.

All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.

Homer— "Omeros — has been called a derivative from ofiov apeiv, to describe the man who first arranged separate songs together into one great whole. But neither Homer's Iliad nor God's world could be made by a fortuitous concurrence of atoms.

He too,I think,should pray to the deathless ones himself. All men need the gods...

To which end grace me with thine arms, since any shadow seen Of thy resemblance, all the pow'r of perjur'd Troy will fly, And so our tired friends will breathe: our fresh-set-on supply Will easily drive their wearied off.

Borneo and Juliet, A Midsummer Night's Bream

The cognate word xenos can mean both "stranger" and "friend"; it is the root from which we get the English word "xenophobia," the fear of strangers or foreigners, as well as the sadly less common "xenophilia," the love of strangers or of unknown objects.

Would, by father Zeus, Athene, and Apollo, that not a single man of all the Trojans might be left alive, nor yet of the Argives, but that we two might be alone left to tear aside the mantle that veils the brow of Troy.

The rage of Achilles—sing it now, goddess, sing through me the deadly rage that caused the Achaeans such grief and hurled down to Hades the souls of so many fighters, leaving their naked flesh to be eaten by dogs and carrion birds, as the will of Zeus was accomplished. Begin at the time when bitter words first divided that king of men, Agamemnon, and godlike Achilles.

El pueblo me silba, pero yo me aplaudo en mi casa mientras contemplo cariñosamente las monedas en mi caja fuerte.

True friends appear less moved than counterfeit.

First you don't want me to get the pony, then you want me to take it back. Make up your mind!

It is a wise child that knows his own father.

Far from gay cities, and the way of men.

Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.

The bitter dregs of Fortune's cup to drain.

A sympathetic friend can be quite dear as a brother.

Yet verily these issues lie on the lap of the gods.

All strangers and beggars are from Zeus, and a gift, though small, is precious.

It is equally wrong to speed a guest who does not want to go, and to keep one back who is eager. You ought to make welcome the present guest, and send forth the one who wishes to go.

The God of War will see fair play-he's often slain that wants to slay!

The rule Of the many is not well. One must be chief In war and one the king.

It is not right to exult over slain men.