One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life:That word is love.
~ Sophocles
A man, though wise, should never be ashamed of learning more, and must unbend his mind.
A lie never grows old.
The truth is what I cherish and that's my strength
Sister - if all this is true, what could I do or undo?
We have only a little time to please the living. But all eternity to love the dead.
Death is not the worst thing; rather, when one who craves death cannot attain even that wish.
Alas, how terrible is wisdomwhen it brings no profit to the man that's wise!This I knew well, but had forgotten it,else I would not have come here.
Fear? What has a man to do with fear? Chance rules our lives, and the future is all unknown. Best live as we may, from day to day.
To throw away an honest friend is, as it were, to throw your life away
A city which belongs to just one man is no true city
All men make mistakes, but a good man yields when he knows his course is wrong, and repairs the evil. The only crime is pride.
The soul that has conceived one wickedness can nurse no good thereafter.
But if I am young, thou shouldest look to my merits, not to my years.
If you try to cure evil with evilyou will add more pain to your fate.
And also because - Oh, my darling, my darling, forgive me; I’m going to cause you quite a lot of pain.
There's nothing in the world so demoralizing as money.
Money! Money's the curse of man, none greater.That's what wrecks cities, banishes men from homes,Tempts and deludes the most well-meaning soul,Pointing out the way to infamy and shame. - Creon
I have seen or heard of no other man whom destiny treated with such enmity as it did Philoktetes
You must remember that no one lives a life free from pain and suffering.
It is not in words that I should wish my life to be distinguished, but rather in things done.
May the dead forgive me, I can do no otherBut as I am commanded; to do more is madness. - Ismene
May the dead forgive me, I can do no otherBut as I am commanded; to do more is madness. - Ismene, Antigone (The Theban Plays) by Sophocles
Grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.
Which would you choose if you could:pleasure for yourself despite your friendsor a share in their grief?
I could not turn away from anyone Like you, a stranger, or refuse to help him. I know well, being mortal, that my claimUpon the future is no more than yours.
I have been a stranger here in my own land: All my life
When he endures nothing but endless miseries-- What pleasure is there in living the day after day, Edging slowly back and forth toward death?Anyone who warms their heart with the glow Of flickering hope is worth nothing at all. The noble man should either live with honor or die with honor. That's all there is to be said.
The powe if fate is something terrible. It cannot be escaped--not with wealth or by war, not with a tower ir a sea-lashed black ship.
The tyrant is a child of PrideWho drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity,Until from his high crest headlongHe plummets to the dust of hope.
I am determined that never, if I can help it,Shall evil triumph over good. - Creon
Evil gains work their punishment.
All concerns of men go wrong when they wish to cure evil with evil.
Shall not ILearn place and wisdom? Have I not learned this,Only so much to hate my enemy,As though he might again become my friend,And so much good to wish to do my friend,As knowing he may yet become my foe?
A sight to touch e’en hatred’s self with pity.
The only crime is pride.
I didn't say yes. I can say no to anything I say vile, and I don't have to count the cost. But because you said yes, all that you can do, for all your crown and your trappings, and your guards—all that your can do is to have me killed.
There is no greater evil than men's failure to consult and to consider.
I have nothing but contempt for the kind of governor who is afraid, for whatever reason, to follow the course that he knows is best for the State.
Thou wouldst make a good monarch of a desert
