Top 523 Quotes & Sayings by Homer - Page 6

The single best augury is to fight for one's country.

Without TV, it's hard to know when one day ends and another begins.

Even when someone battles hard, there is an equal portion for one who lingers behind, and in the same honor are held both the coward and the brave man; the idle man and he who has done much meet death alike.

Thou shalt not horn in on thy husbands racket

Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all in thee.

Do thou restrain the haughty spirit in thy breast, for better far is gentle courtesy.

When I was seventeen I drank some very good beer I drank some very good beer I purchased With a fake ID My name was Brian McGee I stayed up listening to Queen When I was seventeen

I'm a rageaholic. I just can't live without rageahol.

For when two Join in the same adventure, one perceives Before the other how they ought to act; While one alone, however prompt, resolves More tardily and with a weaker will.

One who journeying Along a way he knows not, having crossed A place of drear extent, before him sees A river rushing swiftly toward the deep, And all its tossing current white with foam, And stops and turns, and measures back his way.

I hate To tell again a tale once fully told.

God help me, I'm just not that bright.

Steel itself oft lures a man to fight.

By their own follies they perished, the fools.

And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell, In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.

A companion's words of persuasion are effective.

Shame is no comrade for the poor, I weet.

Now deep in ocean sunk the lamp of light, And drew behind the cloudy vale of night.

No season now for calm, familiar talk.

Forget the brother and resume the man.

I don't know how much longer I can complain.

It is equally wrong to speed a guest who does not want to go, and to keep one back who is eager. You ought to make welcome the present guest, and send forth the one who wishes to go.

It is tedious to tell again tales already plainly told.

Greetings, friends. Do you wish to look as happy as me? Well, you've got the power inside you right now. So use it and send one dollar to Happy Dude, 742 Evergreen Terrace, Springfield. Don't delay. Eternal happiness is just a dollar away.

Two diverse gates there are of bodiless dreams, These of sawn ivory, and those of horn. Such dreams as issue where the ivory gleams Fly without fate, and turn our hopes to scorn. But dreams which issue through the burnished horn, What man soe'er beholds them on his bed, These work with virtue and of truth are born.

Our fruitless labours mourn, And only rich in barren fame return.

Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires and most their sires disgrace.

Friend, many and many a dream is mere confusion a cobweb of no consequence at all. Two gates for ghostly dreams there are: One gateway of honest horn, and one of ivory. Issuing by the ivory gate are dreams of glimmering illusion, fantasies, but those that come through solid polished horn may be borne out, if mortals only know them.

We live in a society of laws. Why do you think I took you to all those Police Academy movies? For fun? Well, I didn't hear anybody laughing, did you?

The hearts of great men can be changed.

This year I invested in pumpkins. They've been going up the whole month of October and I got a feeling they're going to peak right around January. Then bang! That's when I'll cash in.

I won't lie to you, fatherhood isn't easy like motherhood.

I live an idle burden to the ground.

To-morrow we embark upon the boundless sea.

The Grecian ladies counted their age from their marriage, not their birth.

Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.

Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on

Proud is the spirit of Zeus-fostered kings - their honor comes from Zeus, and Zeus, god of council, loves them.

A councilor ought not to sleep the whole night through, a man to whom the populace is entrusted, and who has many responsibilities.

Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.

But sure the eye of time beholds no name, So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.

The long historian of my country's woes.

Lay ye down the golden chain From Heaven, and pull at its inferior links Both Goddesses and Gods.

She spoke and loosened from her bosom the embroidered girdle of many colors into which all her allurements were fashioned. In it was love and int desire which steals the mind even of the wise.

Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.

These nights are endless, and a man can sleep through them, or he can enjoy listening to stories, and you have no need to go to bed before it is time. Too much sleep is only a bore. And of the others, any one whose heart and spirit urge him can go outside and sleep, and then, when the dawn shows, breakfast first, then go out to tend the swine of our master. But we two, sitting here in the shelter, eating and drinking, shall entertain each other remembering and retelling our sad sorrows. For afterwards a man who has suffered much and wandered much has pleasure out of his sorrows.

Money can be exchanged for goods and services!

If you are one of earth’s inhabitants, how blest your father, and your gentle mother, blest all your kin. I know what happiness must send the warm tears to their eyes, each time they see their wondrous child go to the dancing! But one man’s destiny is more than blest—he who prevails, and takes you as his bride. Never have I laid eyes on equal beauty in man or woman. I am hushed indeed.

Kids are great. You can teach them to hate what you hate and, with the Internet and all, they practically raise themselves.

Don't mess with the dead, boy, they have eerie powers.

And not a man appears to tell their fate.

From now on walking is my beer and feeling good is my hangover.

Short is my date, but deathless my renown.

Blame the guy who doesn't speak Engish.

Bad herdsmen waste the flocks which thou hast left behind.

Just once I'd like someone to call me 'Sir' without adding 'You're making a scene.'

I'm a white male, age 18 to 49. Everyone listens to me, no matter how dumb my suggestions are.

Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.

Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.

You never know when an old calendar might come in handy! Sure, it's not 1985 right now, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?