Euripides Quotes

Such things accursed war brings in its train

but soon you will be in a hurry to go to your chamber back again: for you are soon changed, and are pleased with nothing. Nor does what is present delight you, but what is not present you think more agreeable. It is a better thing to be sick, than to tend the sick: the one is a simple ill, but with the other is joined both pain of mind and toil of hands. But the whole life of men is full of grief, nor is there rest from toils. But whatever else there be more dear than life, darkness enveloping hides it in clouds. Hence we appear to dote on this present state, because it gleams on earth, through inexperience of another life, and the non-appearance of the things beneath the earth. But we are blindly carried away by fables.

I am in love, it seems, with what cannot be

Sentir respeto es sabiduría.

Silence is an answer in the eyes of the wise.

Of all creatures that can feel and think,
we women are the worst treated things alive

What else is Wisdom? What of man's endeavour
Or God's high grace, so lovely and so great?
To stand from fear set free, to breathe and wait;
To hold a hand uplifted over Hate;
And shall not Loveliness be loved for ever?

Surely, of all creatures that have life and will, we women
Are the most wretched. When, for an extravagant sum,
We have bought a husband, we must then accept him as
Possessor of our body. This is to aggravate
Wrong with worse wrong. Then the great question: will the man
We get be bad or good? For women, divorce is not
Respectable; to repel the man, not possible.

Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.

If the liberty of thought is the highest activity of the human mind, then the suppression of that liberty must be the most degrading to us as human beings.

We must not think too much: people go mad if they think too much.

Let innocence, the god´s loveliest gift, chose me for her own; Never may the dread Cyprian craze my heart to leave old love for new, sending to assault me angry disputes and feuds unending;

This thy wit hath no wit.

But Why Does She Not Speak?

[T]his is slavery, not to speak one’s thought.