Top 523 Quotes & Sayings by Homer - Page 8

Like a girl, a baby running after her mother, begging to be picked up, and she tugs on her skirts, holding her back as she tries to hurry off—all tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms… That’s how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.

[B]ut it is only what happens, when they die, to all mortals. The sinews no longer hold the flesh and the bones together, and once the spirit has let the white bones, all the rest of the body is made subject to the fire's strong fury, but the soul flitters out like a dream and flies away.

The proof of battle is action, proof of words, debate. No time for speeches now, it's time to fight.

He knew how to say many false things that were like true sayings.

The wordy tale, once told, were hard to tell again.

No TV and no beer makes Homer something something.

They did not know her-gods are hard for mortals to recognize.

By hook or by crook this peril too shall be something that we remember

Even his griefs are a joy long after to one that remembers all that he wrought and endured.

Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.

Wide-sounding Zeus takes away half a man's worth on the day when slavery comes upon him.

The persuasion of a friend is a strong thing.

So it is that the gods do not give all men gifts of grace - neither good looks nor intelligence nor eloquence.

It is no bad thing to be a king-to see one's house enriched and one's authority enhanced.

I've gone back in time to when dinosaurs weren't just confined to zoos.

The Lord gives and the Lord takes away, as it pleases him, for he can do all things.

Achilles glared at him and answered, "Fool, prate not to me about covenants. There can be no covenants between men and lions, wolves and lambs can never be of one mind, but hate each other out and out an through. Therefore there can be no understanding between you and me, nor may there be any covenants between us, till one or other shall fall

A small rock holds back a great wave.

Tell me, O Muse, of that ingenious hero who travelled far and wide after he had sacked the famous town of Troy.

Nothing feebler than a man does the earth raise up, of all the things which breathe and move on the earth, for he believes that he will never suffer evil in the future, as long as the gods give him success and he flourishes in his strength; but when the blessed gods bring sorrows too to pass, even these he bears, against his will, with steadfast spirit, for the thoughts of earthly men are like the day which the father of gods and men brings upon them.

...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.

Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.

Wine give strenght to weary men. and And wine can of their wits the wise beguile. Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile. and Let those who drink not, but austerely dine, Dry up in law; the muses smell of wine. and No poem was ever written by a drinker of water. and Bacchus opens the gate of the heart. and Might to inspire new hopes and powerful To drown the bitterness of cares.

Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no one—so mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I claim—the greater man.

Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.

I should rather labor as another's serf, in the home of a man without fortune, one whose livelihood was meager, than rule over all the departed dead.

Restrain yourself... and gloat in silence. I'll have no jubilation here. It is an impious thing to exult over the slain.

Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.

The whims of youth break all the rules.

Once you go Vatican, you never go back again.

The chance of war Is equal, and the slayer oft is slain.

I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.

Clanless, lawless, homeless is he who is in love with civil war, that brutal ferocious thing.

Rather I'd choose laboriously to bear A weight of woes, and breathe the vital air, A slave to some poor hind that toils for bread, Than reign the sceptred monarch of the dead.

We mortals hear only the news, and know nothing at all.

The God of War will see fair play-he's often slain that wants to slay!

He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.

The only monster here is the gambling monster that has enslaved your mother, and I call him Gamblor!

On these sands and in the clefts of the rocks, in the depths of the sea, in the creaking of the pines, you'll spy secret footprints and catch far-off voices from the homecoming celebration. This land still longs for Odysseus.

Zeus it seems has given us from youth to old age a nice ball of wool to wind-nothing but wars upon wars until we shall perish every one.

There is nothing more dread and more shameless than a woman who plans such deeds in her heart as the foul deed which she plotted when she contrived her husband's murder.

We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.

First you don't want me to get the pony, then you want me to take it back. Make up your mind!

Shoulder-to-shoulder, swing to the work, we must - just two as we are - if we hope to make some headway. The worst cowards, banded together, have their power, but you and I have got the skill to fight their best.

Look at me! I'm a puffy pink cloud!

When are people going to learn? Democracy doesn't work.

Sensitive love letters are my specialty. 'Dear Baby, Welcome to Dumpsville. Population: you.'

Strife, only a slight thing when she first rears her head but her head soon hits the sky as she strides across the earth.

A shamefaced man makes a bad beggar.

One man is a splendid fighter -- a god has made him so -- one's a dancer, another skilled at lyre and song, and deep in the next man's chest farseeing Zeus plants the gift of judgment, good clear sense. And many reap the benefits of that treasure.

...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.

The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.

It is wrong to sorrow without ceasing.

The sex is ever to a soldier kind.

Beauty- it was a glorious gift of nature.

The best thing in the world [is] a strong house held in serenity where man and wife agree.

Of men who have a sense of honor, more come through alive than are slain, but from those who flee comes neither glory nor any help.

We're goin bowling. If we don't come back, avenge our deaths.

Persuasive speech, and more persuasive sighs, Silence that spoke and eloquence of eyes.

We battle on in words, as always, mere words, and what's the cure? We cannot find a thing.