Fate In The Iliad Quotes by Homer, Herodotus, Brad Pitt and many others.
My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius
A multitude of rulers is not a good thing. Let there be one ruler, one king.
Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven; think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable
Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.
…like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess– so she strikes our eyes!
No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man’s hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.
His descent was like nightfall.
Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.
Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.
But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.
Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you – it’s born with us the day that we are born.
Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country’s cause.
It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.
There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.
Strife, only a slight thing when she first rears her head but her head soon hits the sky as she strides across the earth.
Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.
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