Rage From The Iliad Quotes

Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

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.

…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

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.

Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on

Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over the heads of men to trap us all. She entangles one man, now another.

Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.

A multitude of rulers is not a good thing. Let there be one ruler, one king.

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

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country’s cause.

Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other’s arms.

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.

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!

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.

There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.

I wish that strife would vanish away from among gods and mortals, and gall, which makes a man grow angry for all his great mind, that gall of anger that swarms like smoke inside of a man’s heart and becomes a thing sweeter to him by far than the dripping of honey.