Quotes from Homer

Ah, good ol' trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.

For love deceives the best of woman kind.

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

Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.

Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'

There is satiety in all things, in sleep, and love-making, in the loveliness of singing and the innocent dance.

some things you will think of yourself,...some things God will put into your mind

His descent was like nightfall.

Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life-- A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, Death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon When a man will take my life in battle too-- flinging a spear perhaps Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.

There will be killing till the score is paid.

The journey is the thing.

And overpowered by memory Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself, Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.

Few sons are like their fathers--most are worse, few better.

Take courage, my heart: you have been through worse than this. Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.

Life is largely a matter of expectation.

out of sight,out of mind

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

youth is quick in feeling but weak in judgement.

Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.

Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.

Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.

Yea, and if some god shall wreck me in the wine-dark deep, even so I will endure… For already have I suffered full much, and much have I toiled in perils of waves and war. Let this be added to the tale of those.

Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other's arms.

Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on