Quotes About Life

Imagine such a happiness. Like drinking wine your whole life, instead of water. Like having Achilles to run your errands.

That old sickening feeling returned: that every moment of my life I had been a fool.

My whole life, I had waited for tragedy to find me. I never doubted that it would... A dozen times grief had scorched, but its fire had never burned through my skin. My madness in those days rose from a new certainty: that at last, I had met the thing the gods could use against me.

My consolation is that we will be together in the underworld. That we will meet again there, if not in this life. I would not wish to be there without her.

He wanted to go. He had always wanted to go, from the moment he was born into my arms.

Maybe her gods are kinder than ours, and she will find rest. I would give my life again to make it so

Living with him was like standing beside the sea. Each day a different color, a different foam-capped height, but always the same restless intensity pulling towards the horizon.

that all my life had been murk and depths, but I was not a part of that dark water. I was a creature within it.

Most gods and mortals have lives that are tied to nothing; they tangle and wend now here, now there, according to no set plan. But then there are those who wear their destinies like nooses, whose lives run straight as planks, however they try to twist. It is these that our prophets may see.

The world was made of mysteries, and I was only another riddle among the millions.

We gods eat as we sleep: because it is one of life's great pleasures, not because we have to.

It was their fate, as Prometheus had told me, the story that they all shared. No matter how vivid they were in life, no matter how brilliant, no matter the wonders they made, they came to dust and smoke.

Once when I was young I asked what mortals looked like. My father said, "You may say they are shaped like us, but only as the worm is shaped like the whale.

It is not fair," I said. "It cannot be." "Those are two different things," my grandmother said.

I sat on the rocks and thought of the stories I knew of nymphs who wept until they turned into stones and crying birds, into dumb beasts and slender trees, thoughts barked up for eternity. I could not even do that, it seemed. My life closed me in like granite walls.

He had never been hungry for glory, only for life.

I know how lucky I am, stupid with luck, crammed with it, stumbling drunk. I wake sometimes in the dark terrified by my life's precariousness, its thready breath.

Imagine such a happiness. Like drinking wine your whole life, instead of water.

I found myself wishing he would wake so that I might watch the life return.

You ask a question that philosophers argue over," Chiron had said. "He is worth more to you, perhaps. But the stranger is someone else's friend and brother. So which life is more important?

You chose her," he says. "Over me." "Over your pride." "My life is my reputation. It is all I have. I will not live much longer. Memory is all I can hope for. You know this. And you would let Agamemnon destroy it? Would you help him take it from me?

But all the rest would come from his father, for mortality always bred truer than godhead.

But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such

We cannot say. We are men only, a brief flare of the torch.