Quotes About Gods

All these gods, all these mortals who aided him. Men talk of his wiles. His true talent was in how well he could take from others.

But why did the madness come?" "The gods wished to punish him," Chiron answered. Achilles shook his head, impatiently. "But this was a greater punishment for her. It was not fair of them." "There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles," Chiron said. "And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?" "Perhaps," Achilles admitted.

Children of gods always came to their strength faster than mortals. He would miss them when they were gone, I knew. But I would find something else for him. I would help him forget. I would say, some people are like constellations who only touch the earth for a season.

Let me give you some advice. Next time you're going to defy the gods, do it for a better reason. I'd hate to see my sister turned to cinders for nothing.

But the grudges of Gods are as deathless as their flesh...

The Gods love their monsters.

It was a strange time. Over us, every second, hung the terror of Schilles' destiny, while the murmurs of war among the gods grew louder. But even I could not fill each minute with fear. I have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it-in such a way did I learn to live beside the rushing torrent of his doom. The days passed, and he lived. The months passed, and I could go a whole day without looking over the precipice of his death. The miracle of a year, then two.

Don't you know?" she had said. "The gods love their monsters.

You dare to threaten me?" These gods, I thought. They always say the same thing.

And the gods would do nothing. Think of all the prayers they would get.

I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands. All my life I have been moving forward, and now I am here. I have a mortal's voice, let me have the rest. I lift the brimming bowl to my lips and drink.

You see?" I said, when I was finished with the tale. "Gods are ugly things." "We are not our blood," he answered. "A witch once told me that.

Soy Aquiles, hijo de Peleo, hijo de dioses, el mejor de los griegos. He venido a traeros la victoria.

This is how mortals found fame, I thought. Through practice and diligence, tending their skills like gardens until they glowed beneath the sun. But gods are born of ichor and nectar, their excellences already bursting from their fingertips. So they find their fame by proving what they can mar: destroying cities, starting wars, breeding plagues and monsters. All that smoke and savor rising so delicately from our altars. It leaves only ash behind.

No matter how vivid they were in life, no matter how brilliant, no matter the wonders they made, they came to dust and smoke. Meanwhile every petty and useless god would go on sucking down the bright air until the stars went dark.

I thought once that gods are the opposite of death, but I see now that they are more dead than anything, for they are unchanging, and can hold nothing in their hands.

All those years of pain and wandering. Why? For a moment's pride. He would rather be cursed by the gods than be No one.

You are braver than most gods then. I once saw Aphrodite leave her son to die on the field over a scratch.

Non vedevo i suoi lati peggiori. Anche al suo meglio non era un uomo facile. Ma mi è stato amico in un momento in cui ne avevo bisogno. - Strano pensare che una dea abbia bisogno di amici. - Tutte le creature che non siano pazze ne hanno bisogno.

Tutti questi dèi, tutti questi mortali che lo hanno aiutato. Gli uomini parlano della sua astuzia. Il suo vero talento stava nella sua abilità a prendere dagli altri." (#Odisseo)

Gli dei non permettono a nessuno di essere famoso e felice. [...] Ma voglio confidarti un segreto. [...] Io sarò il primo. [...] Giuralo." "Perché io?" "Perché sei tu la ragione.

There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles," Chiron said. "And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?" "Perhaps," Achilles admitted. I listened and did not speak. Achilles' eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness

What I desire will come to pass. There is no mitigation." That voice again, like shearing metal. I had stood in the presence of great gods before: my father and grandfather, Hermes, Apollo. Yet her gaze pierced me as theirs had not. Odysseus had said once she was like a blade honed to a hair's fineness, so delicate you would not even know you had been cut, while beat by beat your blood was emptying on the floor.

She says that there is strangeness among the gods, that they are fighting with each other, taking sides in the war. She fears that the gods have promised me fame, but not how much.