A Quote by Homer

They did not know her-gods are hard for mortals to recognize. — © Homer
They did not know her-gods are hard for mortals to recognize.
Truly the gods have not from the beginning revealed all things to mortals, but by long seeking, mortals discover what is better.
If I were to believe in the stories of the of the gods, then the gods do not need mortals to defend them, do they?
Mortals did not need gods to order them to kill eachother. They were quite capable of finding reasons to do so themselves.
In the beginning the gods did not at all reveal all things clearly to mortals, but by searching men in the course of time find them out better.
The girl had hoped for fog, but the gods ignored her prayers as gods so often did.
Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Tho' her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all alive, Heartily know, When half-gods go, The gods arrive.
He was overconfident”, she told him. “And I won so the gods must have thought I was right. Otherwise they’d have made me lose. You know how trial by combat works.” “You won because you were good” he corrected her. “I find it hard to believe the gods sit forever about the Divine Realms betting on jousts and trials by combat.
Failure may be cruel, but success is crueller still. The gods are usurers, you know; they lend to mortals, but they exact a desperate interest.
The gods give to mortals not everything at the same time.
where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death
The gods have fled, I know. My sense is the gods have always been essentially absent. I do not believe human beings have played games or sports from the beginning merely to summon or to please or to appease the gods. If anthropologists and historians believe that, it is because they believe whatever they have been able to recover about what humankind told the gods humankind was doing. I believe we have played games, and watched games, to imitate the gods, to become godlike in our worship of eachother and, through those moments of transmutation, to know for an instant what the gods know.
Ah yes, the gods use us mortals as footballs!
Maybe I'm not good for you. Maybe what I feel is wrong. Because I did love Ashton. She was all I needed... but never did I feel the uncontrollable desire to get her underneath me. Never did I make up reasons to get her to wrap her legs around me so I could feel her pressed up against me. Never. He swallowed hard. "Never did I think about being inside her
This was her, Mick Kelly, walking in the daytime and by herself at night. In the hot sun and in the dark with all the plans and feelings. This music was her—the real plain her...This music did not take a long time or a short time. It did not have anything to do with time going by at all. She sat with her arms around her legs, biting her salty knee very hard. The whole world was this symphony, and there was not enough of her to listen... Now that it was over there was only her heart beating like a rabbit and this terrible hurt.
God is one, greatest of gods and men, not like mortals in body or thought.
The gods do make playthings of us ... but it is we mortals who provide them with the tools.
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