Euripides Quotes

Medeia — (...) Dizem de nós que vivemos uma existência sem perigos, dentro de casa, ao passo que eles combatem com a lança. Pobre raciocínio! Antes queria lutar três vezes debaixo do broquel que dar à luz uma única vez.

No hay labrador que pueda ganarse el pan, por mucho que los dioses tenga siempre en la boca, si no se da él mismo al trabajo.

For the discreet among mortals are such as pass through life correctly with wisdom.

LITTLE BOY.
Oh, what has happened? Mummy has gone away,
And left me and will not come back any more!
Father, I shall be lonely all the day….
Look! Look! Her eyes … and her arms not like before,
How they lie …
Mother! Oh, speak a word!
Answer me, answer me, Mother! It is I.
I am touching your face. It is I, your little bird.
ADMETUS (recovering himself and going to the Child).
She hears us not, she sees us not. We lie
Under a heavy grief, child, thou and I.
LITTLE BOY.
I am so little, Father, and lonely and cold
Here without Mother. It is too hard…. And you,
Poor little sister, too.
Oh, Father!
Such a little time we had her. She might have stayed
On till we all were old….
Everything is spoiled when Mother is dead.

It is deplorable, Agamemnon, that men's words should ever seem to speak more loudly than their deeds. Good deeds alone should make the doer eloquent, and bad deeds dress themselves in rotten arguments, not gloze their foulness with fair colours. There are men who make this practice a fine art. Their cleverness, so-called, cannot last long; they all, without exception, come to a bad end.

Mars hates those who delay; but if you fear the weight of arms, now then go forth unarmed,

The powerful, in sooth, and the wealthy, are Gods to those of mortals who are unblest.

Dream not thou that force is power;
Nor, if thou hast a thought, and that thought sour
And sick, oh, dream not thought is wisdom!

Her şey değişir. Her şey yerini bulur ve sonra yok olur.

In your grief, too, I weep, mother of little children, You who will murder your own, In vengeance for the loss of married love

The classes of citizens are three. The rich are useless, always lusting after more. Those who have not, and live in want, are a menace, ridden with envy and fooled by demagogues; their malice stings the owners. Of the three, the middle part saves cities.

I begin by taking. I shall find scholars later to demonstrate my perfect right.

ἁπλοῦς ὁ μῦθος τῆς ἀληθείας ἔφυ, κοὐ ποικίλων δεῖ τἄνδιχ᾽ ἑρμηνευμάτων

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

ἓν μὲν μέγιστον, οὐκ ἔχει παρρησίαν.