Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.— Homer
Sublime Rage From The Iliad quotations
People who fly into a rage always make a bad landing.
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.
Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed.
You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.
Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other's arms.
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!
A multitude of rulers is not a good thing. Let there be one ruler, one king.
It is entirely seemly for a young man killed in battle to lie mangled by the bronze spear. In his death all things appear fair.
Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on
His descent was like nightfall.
...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.
And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you-- it's born with us the day that we are born.
Strife, only a slight thing when she first rears her head but her head soon hits the sky as she strides across the earth.
A man's life breath cannot come back again-- no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.
The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.
No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.
But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.
Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate.
And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.
…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men.
Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.
No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man's hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.
My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius
Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven;
think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable
Is he not sacred, even to the gods, the wandering man who comes in weariness?
All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.