Restrain yourself... and gloat in silence. I'll have no jubilation here. It is an impious thing to exult over the slain.
Look at me! I'm a puffy pink cloud!
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspired.
To have a great man for an intimate friend seems pleasant to those who have never tried it; those who have, fear it.
Two urns on Jove's high throne have ever stood, the source of evil one, and one of good; from thence the cup of mortal man he fills, blessings to these, to those distributes ills; to most he mingles both.
Aries in his many fits knows no favorites.
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.
I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men
Think not to match yourself against the gods, for men that walk the earth cannot hold their own with the immortals.
Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.
A small rock holds back a great wave.
I didn't lie! I just created fiction with my mouth!
Why cover the same ground again? ... It goes against my grain to repeat a tale told once, and told so clearly.
Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life-- A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, Death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon When a man will take my life in battle too-- flinging a spear perhaps Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.
Tell me, O muse, of travellers far and wide
...if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.
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
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.
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.
...he'll never lie - the man is far too wise.
How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
A man's life breath cannot come back again-- no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.
It never was our guise to slight the poor, or aught humane despise.
For Fate has wove the thread of life with pain, And twins ev'n from the birth are Misery and Man!
Accept these grateful tears...For thee they flow, for thee... That ever felt another's woe.
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