There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible – magic to make the sanest man go mad.
HOMERThe proud heart feels not terror nor turns to run and it is his own courage that kills him.
More Homer Quotes
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I didn’t lie! I just created fiction with my mouth!
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I long for home, long for the sight of home.
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Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing, sooner than war.
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Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.
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The force of union conquers all.
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Death submits to no one.
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Most grievous of all deaths it is to die of hunger.
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It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.
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Immortals are never alien to one another.
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There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.
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The journey is the thing.
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Many shining actions owe their success to chance, though the general or statesman receive the applause.
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How prone to doubt, how cautious are the wise!
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The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.
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For too much rest becomes a pain.
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Light is the task where many share the toil.
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Have patience, heart.
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Even a fool learns something once it hits him.
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The roaring seas and many a dark range of mountains lie between us.
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There is nothing more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.
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Yet, taught by time, my heart has learned to glow for other’s good, and melt at other’s woe.
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Many shining actions owe their success to chance, though the general or statesman receive the applause.
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If you serve too many masters, you’ll soon suffer.
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My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius.
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Modesty is of no use to a beggar.
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What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind’s breath?
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