“There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lovers whisper, irresistiblemagic to make the sanest man go mad.”

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

“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.”

“There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lovers whisper, irresistiblemagic to make the sanest man go mad.”

“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.”

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of wi...”

“My dear,Find what you love and let it kill you.Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.Let it kill you and let it devour your remains....”

“If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?”

“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.”