Quotes About Achilles

Greek mythology has always been my Achilles elbow.

With him died a story That will not be retold: How, forsaking glory, Achilles grows old While Hector dusts his trophies Behind high walls- For in his unsung strophes Troy never falls

Achilles was like a rock star of his day so it made sense to have Brad Pitt playing him.

Infinito —y no histórico— es Aquiles por su cólera y su amor, independientemente de que haya o no existido; como infinito será Cristo por su impracticable filosofía, regístrelo o no la Historia. Esas metáforas, esas imágenes, pertenecen a la eternidad.

Annabeth frowned. That doesn't make sense. But why were you visiting -- Her eyes widened. Hermes said you bear the curse of Achilles. Hestia said the same thing. Did you . . . did you bathe in the River Styx? Don't change the subject. Percy! Did you or not? Um . . .maybe a little.

The Domain Name Server (DNS) is the Achilles heel of the Web. The important thing is that it's managed responsibly.

Our dependence on foreign energy sources is our Achilles heel, not just in the realm of diplomacy, but in terms of our future as the world's economic leader.

Or do you, like Achilles, believe in the dignity of love and the purity of honor as the only things that matter in the face of death?

We are wanderers, place shifters, the cosmic homeless. This is not a modern truth, and Achilles is not some new kind of existentialist hero. It is the oldest truth of all, surviving uncomfortably into the modern world of cities and overkings, diplomacy and accommodation, the power structures and the proliferation of stuff which the Mediterranean world provides.

Achilles is fixed into rage, into the need to fulfill his fate, fixed into having to revenge the death of his friend Patroclus.

In questioning initially whether I am a great investor, I open the door to question whether other similarly esteemed public icons like Bill Miller are as well. It seems, perhaps, that the longer and longer you keep at it in this business the more and more time you have to expose your Achilles heel - wherever and whatever that might be.

Riusciremo, prima o poi, a portar via Achille da quella micidiale guerra. E non saranno la paura né l'orrore a riportarlo a casa. Sarà una qualche, diversa, bellezza, più accecante della sua, e infinitamente più mite. (Postilla di Omero, Iliade)

It was Sappho who likened a girl to an apple … and compared a bridegroom to Achilles. (Orationes 9.16)

And so, by the arts of Ulysses, [5] they drew me from my mother under pretense of being wedded to Achilles.

While the willingness of the ancient Greeks to sacrifice their lives for glory brings tears to my eyes, I cannot ultimately condone the choice of Achilles.

In spite of Agamemnon Achilles had greeted her clean heart. She decided, not her father - not even the gods - that she belonged to Artemis. She showed him that the way to make your fate your choice is to choose it, fearlessly, your lungs drinking the air. It makes the gods ashamed.

My Achilles heel of laughter, the things that will make me laugh even on my deathbed, lie in two rather unusual areas: yodelling and amusing ways to die. No matter how sombre an occasion I will always giggle at yodelling.

Derek Walcott, the Nobel laureate poet, wrote in his famous epic work Omeros of his fisherman-hero Achilles walking finally and wearily up the shingled slope of an Atlantic beach. He has turned his back on the sea at last, but he knows that even without his seeing it, it is behind him all the while and simply, ponderously, magnificently, ominously, continuing to be the sea. The Ocean is, quite simply, "still going on.

in his wild grief Achilles cried aloud, and his mother Thetis heard him...Immediately she rose up through the water...after her came her sisters...and each one's wailing was the thin sound of the wind upon the waves.

Most liberals think of civil liberties as their Achilles heel. It isn't.

We recognize that if we had ever encountered the real demon demigod Achilles, we woul have feared and dreaded him, hated his temper, despised his pride and been repelled by his savagery. But we know too that we could not have helped loving him.

You think you killed me, Hector,' Patroclus gasped. 'But it took the god Apollo to do that. Euphorbus was next. You, famous Hector, noble Hector, were just the third. All you did is finish me off. I die knowing that your fate will be settled by one greater than any … by my Achilles.

Although Achilles wore no armour, the mere sight of him, standing high on the embankment, bathed in an unearthly light and uttering the most piercing and monumental battle-cry was enough to scatter the Trojans. Three times Achilles yelled his terrible war cry. The Trojans and even their horses were filled with fear. In triumph the Achaeans bore the body of Patroclus back to their camp.

Achilles was the greatest mortal ever to have lived and is now the greatest among those who have died: