Homer Quotations | Page 3

A companion's words of persuasion are effective.

The single best augury is to fight for one's country.

Shame greatly hurts or greatly helps mankind.

Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.

Take thou thy arms and come with me, For we must quit ourselves like men, and strive To air our cause, although we be but two. Great is the strength of feeble arms combined, And we can combat even with the brave.

And woe succeeds woe.

Long exercised in woes.

What mighty woes To thy imperial race from woman rose.

The tongue of man is a twisty thing, there are plenty of words there of every kind.

The glorious gifts of the gods are not to be cast aside.

Among all men on the earth bards have a share of honor and reverence, because the muse has taught them songs and loves the race of bards.

It is not unseemly for a man to die fighting in defense of his country.

The minds of the everlasting gods are not changed suddenly.

Wide-sounding Zeus takes away half a man's worth on the day when slavery comes upon him.

You ought not to practice childish ways, since you are no longer that age.

We got a little rule back home: If it's brown, drink it down. If it's black, send it back.

Look at me! I'm a puffy pink cloud!

I'm a people person...who drinks.

Ah, good ol’ trustworthy beer. My love for you will never die.

When are people going to learn? Democracy doesn't work.

A woman is a lot like a refrigerator. Six feet tall, 300 pounds...it makes ice.

We mortals hear only the news, and know nothing at all.

The God of War will see fair play-he's often slain that wants to slay!

Few sons are equal to their fathers; most fall short, all too few surpass them.

I long for home, long for the sight of home.

I want answers now or I want them eventually!

Marge, when I join an underground cult I expect a little support from my family.

I am so smart. I am so smart. I am so smart. S-M-R-T ... Uh, I mean S-M-A-R-T.

I'm in a place where I don't know where I am!

From now on walking is my beer and feeling good is my hangover.

It is wrong to be sorry without ceasing.

Many shining actions owe their success to chance, though the general or statesman receive the applause.

He knew the things that were and the things that would be and the things that had been before.

He lives not long who battles with the immortals, nor do his children prattle about his knees when he has come back from battle and the dread fray.

The gods, likening themselves to all kinds of strangers, go in various disguises from city to city, observing the wrongdoing and the righteousness of men.

There is nothing more dread and more shameless than a woman who plans such deeds in her heart as the foul deed which she plotted when she contrived her husband's murder.

'Yea and I beheld Sisyphus in strong torment, grasping a monstrous stone with both his hands. He was pressing thereat with hands and feet, and trying to roll the stone upward toward the brow of the hill. But oft as he was about to hurl it over the top, the weight would drive him back, so once again to the plain rolled the stone, the shameless thing. And he once more kept heaving and straining, and the sweat the while was pouring down his limbs, and the dust rose upwards from his head.

Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.

Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends; White are the decks with foam; the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud: Pale, trembling, tir'd, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears.

The whims of youth break all the rules.

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

One man is a splendid fighter -- a god has made him so -- one's a dancer, another skilled at lyre and song, and deep in the next man's chest farseeing Zeus plants the gift of judgment, good clear sense. And many reap the benefits of that treasure.

So peaceful shalt thou end thy blissful days, And steal thyself from life by slow decays.

A shamefaced man makes a bad beggar.

The sex is ever to a soldier kind.

The best thing in the world [is] a strong house held in serenity where man and wife agree.

Rather I'd choose laboriously to bear A weight of woes, and breathe the vital air, A slave to some poor hind that toils for bread, Than reign the sceptred monarch of the dead.

Most grievous of all deaths it is to die of hunger.

The wordy tale, once told, were hard to tell again.

We battle on in words, as always, mere words, and what's the cure? We cannot find a thing.

The god of war is impartial: he hands out death to the man who hands out death.

I hate To tell again a tale once fully told.

No season now for calm, familiar talk.

One who journeying Along a way he knows not, having crossed A place of drear extent, before him sees A river rushing swiftly toward the deep, And all its tossing current white with foam, And stops and turns, and measures back his way.

Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.

Wine lead to folly, making even the wise to laugh immoderately, to dance, and to utter what had better have been kept silent.

The journey is its own reward.

Always to be best, and distinguished above the rest.

To speak his thoughts is every freeman's right, in peace and war, in council and in fight.

That is the gods' work, spinning threads of death through the lives of mortal men, an all to make a song for those to come.

Beware the toils of war ... the mesh of the huge dragnet sweeping up the world.

See how God ever like with like doth pair, And still the worthless doth the worthless lead!

Bad herdsmen waste the flocks which thou hast left behind.

Servants, when their lords no longer sway, Their minds no more to righteous courses bend.

The best things beyond their measure cloy.

Content to follow when we lead the way.

Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.

The long historian of my country's woes.

One who contends with immortals lives a very short life.

Uncontrollable laughter arose among the blessed gods.

Beyond his strength no man can fight, although he be eager.

Now from the smooth deep ocean-stream the sun Began to climb the heavens, and with new rays Smote the surrounding fields.

In saffron-colored mantle from the tides Of Oceans rose the Morning to bright light TO gods and men.

Short is my date, but deathless my renown.

Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.

The Grecian ladies counted their age from their marriage, not their birth.

Shame is no comrade for the poor, I weet.

Steel itself oft lures a man to fight.

Forget the brother and resume the man.

Without question it may be said of Vancouver that her position, geographically, is Imperial to a degree, that her possibilities are enormous, and that with but a feeble stretch of the imagination those possibilities might wisely be deemed certainties.

Victory passes back and forth between men.

Two diverse gates there are of bodiless dreams, These of sawn ivory, and those of horn. Such dreams as issue where the ivory gleams Fly without fate, and turn our hopes to scorn. But dreams which issue through the burnished horn, What man soe'er beholds them on his bed, These work with virtue and of truth are born.

Once harm has been done, even a fool understands it.

Proud is the spirit of Zeus-fostered kings - their honor comes from Zeus, and Zeus, god of council, loves them.

Not at all similar are the race of the immortal gods and the race of men who walk upon the earth.

The hearts of great men can be changed.

The rest were vulgar deaths unknown to fame.

out of sight,out of mind

If you are one of earth’s inhabitants, how blest your father, and your gentle mother, blest all your kin. I know what happiness must send the warm tears to their eyes, each time they see their wondrous child go to the dancing! But one man’s destiny is more than blest—he who prevails, and takes you as his bride. Never have I laid eyes on equal beauty in man or woman. I am hushed indeed.

Better to flee from death than feel its grip.

Better to live or die, once and for all, than die by inches.

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.

By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.

It never was our guise to slight the poor, or aught humane despise.

Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold; Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold, Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, Can bribe the poor possession of the day.

For Fate has wove the thread of life with pain, And twins ev'n from the birth are Misery and Man!

Who love too much, hate in the like extreme.

For love deceives the best of woman kind.

Accept these grateful tears...For thee they flow, for thee... That ever felt another's woe.

Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.