Top 330 Quotes & Sayings by Aeschylus - Page 5

Old age hath stronger sense of right than youth.

To make wail and lament for one's ill fortune, when one will win a tear from the audience, is well worthwhile.

God ever works with those who work with will.

Ares ever loves to pluck all the fairest flower of an armed host.

There is no avoidance in delay.

For somehow this is tyranny's disease, to trust no friends.

This is the law: blood spilt upon the ground cries out for more.

Truly even he errs that is wiser than the wise.

Number, the most excellent of all inventions.

Necessity is stronger far than art.

Art is far feebler than necessity.

Report uttered by the people is everywhere of great power.

For by the will of the gods Fate hath held sway since ancient days.

For in pure maidens, knowing not the marriage-bed, the glance of the eyes sinks from shame.

Old men are children once again a dream that sways and wavers into the hard light of day.

ATHENA: There are two sides to this dispute. I've heard only one half the argument. (...) So you two parties, summon your witnesses, set out your proofs, with sworn evidence to back your stories. Once I've picked the finest men in Athens, I'll return. They'll rule fairly in this case, bound by a sworn oath to act with justice.

In the sinews of the dead there is no blood.

Everyone, to those weaker than themselves, is kind.

Willingly no one chooses the yoke of slavery.

The people's awe and innate fear will hold injustice back by day, by night, so long as the people leave the laws intact, just as they are: muddy the cleanest spring, and all you'll have to drink is muddy water.

I gave them hope, and so turned away their eyes from death

Myriad laughter of the ocean waves.

For Hades is mighty in calling men to account below the earth, and with a mind that records in tablets he surveys all things.

It is always the season for the old to learn.

God is not averse to deceit in a holy cause.

A great ox stands on my tongue.

The saying goes that the gods leave a town once it is captured.

Zeus, first cause, prime mover; for what thing without Zeus is done among mortals?

The man who does ill, ill must suffer too.

Good fortune is a god among men, and more than a god.

Lustre of man walking proud beneath the sky diminishes to nothing and goes unregarded.

Bonds and the pangs of hunger are excellent prophet doctors for the wits.

Truth is always the first casualty of war.

High fortune, this in man's eye is god and more than god is this.

Ye waves That o'er th' interminable ocean wreathe Your crisped smiles.

The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun.

Tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world.

To be fortunate is God, and more than God to mortals.

Wisdom cometh by suffering.

The cure is in the house, not brought by other hands from distant places, but by its own, in agony and blood.

But let the good prevail.

They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn

Black smoke, the flickering sister of fire.

Bronze is the mirror of form, wine of the heart.

Let there be wealth without tears; enough for the wise man who will ask no further.

It is like a woman indeed To take rapture before the fact is shown for true. They believe too easily, are too quick to shift From ground to ground; and swift indeed The rumor voiced by a woman dies again.

Suffering brings experience.

With our own feathers, not by others' hands, Are we now smitten.

For there below ground sits the Dark God, strong to call men to judgment; he sees all, and writes it in his memory.

As long as there are men the bulwark is safe.

. . . it is yours women's to be silent and stay within doors.

Pleasantest of all ties is the tie of host and guest.

In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain.

But I must bear my destiny as best I can, knowing well that there is no resisting the strength of necessity.

But still the block of Vengeance firm doth stand, and Fate, as swordsmith, hammers blow on blow.

There is a limit to the best of health, disease is always a near neighbor.

For not many men, the proverb saith, can love a friend whom fortune prospereth unenvying.

For a single path leads to the house of Hades.

This is a sickness rooted and inherent in the nature of a tyranny: that he that holds it does not trust his friends.

It's a man's jobno place for women's plans here!what lies outside. Stay home and cause no trouble.