Homer Quotes

Clearly doing good puts doing bad to shame.

Τῷ μὲν κλέος, ἄμμι δὲ πένθος.

Căntã, zeițã, mânia ce-aprinse pe-Ahil Peleianul,
Patima crudã ce-Aheilor mii de amaruri aduse;
Suflete multe viteze trimise pe lumea cealaltã,
Trupul fãcându-le hranã la câini și la feluri de pãsãri
Și împlinitã fu voia lui Zeus, de când Agamemnon,
Craiul nãscut din Atreu, și dumnezeiescul Ahile
S-au dezbinat dupã cearta ce fuse-ntre dânșii iscatã.

القضاء ينبغي أن يتم، والقدر يجب أن يأخذ مجراه.

You've injured me, Farshooter, most deadly of the gods;
And I'd punish you, if I had the power.

Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story
of that man skilled in all ways of contending,
the wanderer, harried for years on end

A last request — grant it, please.
Never bury my bones apart from yours, Achilles,
let them lie together . . .
just as we grew up together in your house

My mother Thetis tells me that there are two ways in which I may meet my end. If I stay here and fight, I will not return alive but my name will live forever: whereas if I go home my name will die, but it will be long ere death shall take me.

The creation of genius always seem like miracles, because they are, for the most part, crated far out of the reach of observation.

Sing, O Muse, of the man of many devices, who wandered full many ways after he had sacked the sacred citadel of Troy. Many were the men whose cities he saw and whose mind he learned, aye, and many the woes he suffered in his heart upon the sea, seeking to win his own life and the return of his comrades. Yet even so he saved not his comrades, though he desired it sore, for through their own blind folly they perished — fools, who devoured the kine of Helios Hyperion; but he took from them the day of their returning. Of these things, goddess, daughter of Zeus, beginning where thou wilt, tell thou even unto us.

Οὖτις ἐμοί γ' ὄνομα.

I hope nothing valuable may have been taken from the house in spite of you, but you know what women are—they always want to do the best they can for the man who marries them, and never give another thought to the children of their first husband, nor to their father either when he is dead and done with.

The spearhead sliced right through to the flesh, And when Diomedes pulled it out, Ares yelled, so loud you would have thought Ten thousand warriors had shouted at once, And the sound reverberated in the guts of Greeks and Trojans, As if Diomedes had struck not a god in armor But a bronze gong nine miles high.

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!

Each man delights in the work that suits him best.