Burial At Thebes Quotes

Be the necklace-fire of stars, The cauterizing lightning. Bewilder us with good.

Nobody, Nobody can be sure they're always right. The ones who are fullest of themselves that way Are the emptiest vessels.

All of us would like to have been born Infallible, but since we knew we weren't, It's better to attend to those who speak In honesty and good faith, and learn from them.

You can't just pluck your honour off a bush You didn't plant.

The land of the living, sister, Is neither here nor there. We enter it and we leave it. The dead in the land of the dead Are the ones you'll be with longest.

No windfall or good fortune comes to mortals That isn't paid for in the coin of pain.

My sisters, you, his daughters! Now that you’ve heard our father’s iron curses, I implore you in the name of the gods, if father’s curses all come true at last, and if some way back to Thebes is found for you, don’t neglect me, please, give me burial, the honored rites of death.

Chorus: Consider well, my son. All men make mistakes. But mistakes don't have to be forever, They can be admitted and atoned for. It's the overbearing man who is to blame.

Money has a long and sinister reach. It slips into the system, changes hands And starts to eat away at the foundations Of everything we stand for.

Wise conduct is the key to happiness. Always rule by gods and reverence them. Those who overbear will be brought to grief. Fate will flail them on its winnowing floor And in due season teach them to be wise.

Eteocles having gotten possession of the throne of Thebes, deprived his brother Polynices of his share; but he having come as an exile to Argos, married the daughter of the king Adrastus; but ambitious of returning to his country, and having persuaded his father-in-law, he assembled a great army for Thebes against his brother. His mother Jocasta made him come into the city, under sanction of a truce, and first confer with his brother respecting the empire. But Eteocles being violent and fierce from having possessed the empire, Jocasta could not reconcile her children.—Polynices, prepared as against an enemy, rushed out of the city. Now Tiresias prophesied that victory should be on the side of the Thebans, if Menœceus the son of Creon would give himself up to be sacrificed to Mars. Creon refused to give his son to the city, but the youth was willing, and, his father pointing out to him the means of flight and giving him money, he put himself to death.—The Thebans slew the leaders of the Argives. Eteocles and Polynices in a single combat slew each other, and their mother having found the corses of her sons laid violent hands on herself; and Creon her brother received the kingdom. The Argives defeated in battle retired. But Creon, being morose, would not give up those of the enemy who had fallen at Thebes, for sepulture, and exposed the body of Polynices without burial, and banished Œdipus from his country; in the one instance disregarding the laws of humanity, in the other giving way to passion, nor feeling pity for him after his calamity.

Until a man has passed this test of office And proved himself in the exercise of power, He can't be truly known--for what he is, I mean, In his heart and mind and capabilities. Worst is the man who has all the good advise And then because his nerve fails, fails to act In accordance with it, as a leader should.

You can't, friend, have your palm greased and expect To get away clean. Everything comes out.

Whoever has been spared the worst is lucky. When high gods shake a house That family is going to feel the blow Generation after generation. It starts like an undulation underwater, A surge that hauls black sand up off the bottom, Then turns itself into a tidal current Lashing the shingle and shaking promontories.

Well has it been said: the man obsessed Is a cock of the walk in a hurry towards the worst.

Nobody, Nobody can be sure they're always right. The ones who are fullest of themselves that way Are the emptiest vessels.

Chorus: Steadfast Antigone, Never before did Death Open his stone door To one so radiant. You would not live a lie. Vindicated, lauded, Age and disease outwitted, YOu go with head held high.

god of war, and was also sacred to other deities. Hermonthis lay on the opposite bank of the Nile to the Upper Kingdom’s capital city of Thebes and had immense prestige. An inscription from Hermonthis, recording the burial of this Buchis bull more than twenty years later, stated that: He reached Thebes, the place of installation, which came into existence aforetime, beside his father, Nun the old. He was installed by the king himself in the year 1, Phamenoth 19 [22 March 51 BC]. The Queen, the Lady of the Two Lands, the Goddess Philopator, rowed him in the boat of Amen, together with all the barges of the king, all the inhabitants of Thebes and Hermonthis and priests being with him. He reached Hermonthis, his dwelling place …3 Such inscriptions were formulaic, so that we need to be cautious about reading

Worst is the man who has all the good advice And then because his nerve fails, fails to act In accordance with it, as a leader should. And equally to blame Is anyone who puts the personal Above the overall thing, puts friend Or family first.

Obedience And respect must be instilled. And that is why No woman here is going to be allowed To walk all over us. Otherwise, as men We'll be disgraced. We won't deserve the name.

Whoever has been spared the worst is lucky.

I am not the target. I am the archer. My shafts are tipped with truth and they stick deep.

Bear with the present; what will be will be. The future is cloth waiting to be cut.