Top 523 Quotes & Sayings by Homer - Page 5

Do not beg me by knees or by parents you dog! I only wish I were savagely wrathful enough to hack up your corpse and eat it raw

I wish that strife would vanish away from among gods and mortals, and gall, which makes a man grow angry for all his great mind, that gall of anger that swarms like smoke inside of a man's heart and becomes a thing sweeter to him by far than the dripping of honey.

A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.

Beyond his strength no man can fight, although he be eager.

I'm not a bath man myself. More of a cologne man.

Nobody gets into heaven without a glowstick.

Sleep, delicious and profound, the very counterfeit of death

Ill fares the State where many masters rule; let one be lord, one king supreme.

Far from me be the gift of Bacchus--pernicious, inflaming wine, that weakens both body and mind.

That is the gods' work, spinning threads of death through the lives of mortal men, an all to make a song for those to come.

The man does better who runs from disaster than he who is caught by it.

For love deceives the best of woman kind.

Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!

I'll get out of this city alive, even if it kills me!

She sent him a warm and gentle wind, and Lord Odysseus was happy as he set his sails to catch the breeze. He sat beside the steering oar and used his skill to steer the raft.

Union Rule 26: Every employee must win 'Worker of the Week' at least once, regardless of gross incompetence, obesity or rank odor.

Shame greatly hurts or greatly helps mankind.

Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.

Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?

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.

You can't go wrong with cocktail weenies. They look as good as they taste. And they come in this delicious red sauce. It looks like ketchup, it tastes like ketchup, but brother, it ain't ketchup!

[But] age, the common enemy of mankind, has laid his hand upon you; would that it had fallen upon some other, and that you were still young.

We are quick to flare up, we races of men on the earth.

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.

You know, the one with all the well meaning rules that don't work out in real life, uh, Christianity.

Even the bravest cannot fight beyond his power

I'm a people person...who drinks.

Ajax the great Himself a host.

Close to the Gates a spacious Garden lies, From the Storms defended and inclement Skies; Four Acres was the allotted Space of Ground, Fenc'd with a green Enclosure all around. Tall thriving Trees confessed the fruitful Mold: The reddening Apple ripens here to Gold, Here the blue Fig with luscious Juice overflows, With deeper Red the full Pomegranate glows, The Branch here bends beneath the weighty Pear, And verdant Olives flourish round the Year.

'T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.

No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man's hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.

By mutual confidence and mutual aid - great deeds are done, and great discoveries made

All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.

Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.

Dreams surely are difficult, confusing, and not everything in them is brought to pass for mankind. For fleeting dreams have two gates: one is fashioned of horn and one of ivory. Those which pass through the one of sawn ivory are deceptive, bringing tidings which come to nought, but those which issue from the one of polished horn bring true results when a mortal sees them.

I say no wealth is worth my life.

Life and death are balanced as it were on the edge of a razor

Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above With ease can save each object of his love; Wide as his will extends his boundless grace.

The bitter dregs of Fortune's cup to drain.

down from his brow she ran his curls like thick hyacinth clusters full of blooms

Tell me, O muse, of travellers far and wide

Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.

And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make his passage homeward, trials and dangers, even so, attended him even in Ithaca, near those he loved.

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

The other day, I was so desperate for a beer, I snuck into the football stadium and ate the dirt under the bleachers.

Good things don't end in -eum; they end in -mania or -teria.

Boy, everyone is stupid except me.

Oh, my tattered rags are caught on your coffee table.

My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius

Achilles absent was Achilles still!

Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.

A man who has been through bitter experiences and travelled far enjoys even his sufferings after a time

I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men

The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.

Canada? Why would I want to leave America just to visit America, Jr.?

Reproach is infinite, and knows no end So voluble a weapon is the tongue; Wounded, we wound; and neither side can fail For every man has equal strength to rail.

The natural thing, my lord, men and women joined.

[I]t is the wine that leads me on, the wild wine that sets the wisest man to sing at the top of his lungs, laugh like a fool – it drives the man to dancing... it even tempts him to blurt out stories better never told.

I'm like that guy who single-handedly built the rocket and flew to the moon. What was his name? Apollo Creed?

The wine urges me on, the bewitching wine, which sets even a wise man to singing and to laughing gently and rouses him up to dance and brings forth words which were better unspoken.