Euripides Quotes

AG. I envy thee, old man, and I envy that man who has passed through a life without danger, unknown, unglorious; but I less envy those in honor. OLD M. And yet 'tis in this that the glory of life is. AG. But this very glory is uncertain, for the love of popularity is pleasant indeed, but hurts when present. Sometimes the worship of the Gods not rightly conducted upturns one's life, and sometimes the many and dissatisfied opinions of men harass.

You don't know what your life is, nor what you're doing, nor who you are.

Yes, I can endure guilt, however horrible; The laughter of my enemies I will not endure.

"But king Eteocles heaving from his breast his gasping breath, heard his mother, and putting out his cold clammy hand, sent not forth indeed a voice; but from his eyes spoke her in tears to signify affection. But Polynices, who yet breathed, looking at his sister and his aged mother, thus spoke: "We perish, O my mother; but I grieve for thee, and for this my sister, and my brother who lies dead, for being my friend, he became my enemy, but still my friend. — But bury me, O mother of my being, and thou my sister, in my native land, and pacify the exasperated city, that I may obtain thus much at least of my country's land, although I have lost the palace. And close my eyelids with thy hand, my mother" (and he places it himself upon his eyes), "and fare ye well! for now darkness surroundeth me." And both breathed out their lives together. And the mother, when she saw what had taken place, beyond endurance grieving, snatched the sword from the dead body, and perpetrated a deed of horror; for she drove the steel through the middle of her throat, and lies dead on those most dear to her, having each in her arms embraced."

And this is a grief beyond the reality, if a man incurs blame for sins that are not his.

Talk sense to a fool and he calls you foolish.

ἓν μὲν μέγιστον, οὐκ ἔχει παρρησίαν.

De quien es pobre, nadie quiere ser amigo.

Is love so small a pain,do you think, for a woman?

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

Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.

Woman is woman's natural ally.

Est fou, bien sûr, qui se refuse aux délices du vin, quand on peut dresser haut celui que je tiens là, palper un sein, caresser des deux mains une prairie offerte ! L'or danse et l'on oublie ses maux !

It is a good thing to be rich and strong, but it is a better thing to be loved.

Thracian. The army lost and the king slain,
Stabbed in the dark! Ah, pain! pain!
This deep raw wound . . . Oh, let me die
By thy side, Master, by thy side!
In shame together let us lie
Who came to save, and failed and died.