“Hateful to me as the gates of Hades is that man who hides one thing in his heart and speaks another.”

“but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.”

“You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, youd run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combatc...”

“Let him submit to me! Only the god of death is so relentless, Death submits to no oneso mortals hate him most of all the gods. Let him bow down to me! I am the greater king, I am the elder-born, I ...”

“But now, as it is, sorrows, unending sorrows must surge within your heart as wellfor your own sons death. Never again will you embrace him stiding home. My spirit rebelsIve lost the will to live, t...”

“so as the great Achilles rampaged on, his sharp-hoofed stallions trampled shields and corpses, axle under his chariot splashed with blood, blood on the handrails sweeping round the car, sprays of b...”

“If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave.”

“Come then, put away your sword in its sheath, and let us two go up into my bed so that, lying together in the bed of love, we may then have faith and trust in each other.”

“Some people could look at a mud puddle and see an ocean with ships.”

“Holy mother!""Hmph. More like holy father. I'd think you'd know the difference."-Hephaetus”

“ the fishermans daughter grinding serenity in her coffee grinder.”

“It is but sorrow to be wise when wisdom profits not.”

“They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don't think it's possible for you to miss me as much as I'm missing you right now”

“Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that...”

“I want morning and noon and nightfall with you. I want your tears, your smiles, your kisses...the smell of your hair, the taste of your skin, the touch of your breath on my face. I want to see you ...”