Homer, The Iliad Quotes
...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.
…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.
Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself—more birds than women flocking round his body!
Ah my friend, if you and I could escape this fray and live forever, never a trace of age, immortal, I would never fight on the front lines again or command you to the field where men win fame.