Electra Euripides Quotes

ORESTES: Never shall I see you again. ELECTRA: Nor I see myself in your eyes. ORESTES: This, the last time I'll talk with you ever. ELECTRA: O my homeland, goodbye. Goodbye to you, women of home. ORESTES: Most loyal of sisters, do you leave now? ELECTRA: I leave with tears blurring all that I see.

Yes, blood for blood, his bitter loan came due. He paid with death.

Of most dreadful suffering, I am the cause.

Yet censure strikes hard at women, while men, the true agents of trouble, hear no reproach.

I wish you joy. To spend life's fleeting days mid joy that never meets an evil hour is to be blessed beyond compare.

You gave birth to your own death.

Give me a man, for his sons make courageous soldiers while pretty boys can only decorate the dance.

What greater sorrow than being forced to leave behind my native earth?

Hurry, come hold me, though I am dead. Shed tears on my body as on my grave.

Yes, I can endure guilt, however horrible; The laughter of my enemies I will not endure. Now

Bear witness for one who is loved and not loved: we cast the cloak gently around her, an end of great woe for our house.

The hounds snap fierce at your heels. Turn toward Athens. I hear them pelting hard on you, I see black flesh and snake-hands coiling round a fruit of agonizing pain.

Anger, The spring of all life's horror. - Medea

There is no justice in the world's censorious eyes. They will not wait to learn a man's true character; Though no wrong has been done them, one look - and they hate. - Medea

Again, again your mind has changed course with the wind. For you think now of godly things ignored when you worked dreadful deeds on your brother against his will.

What man’s not guilty? It’s taken you a long time to learn That everybody loves himself more than his neighbour.

Apollo, Apollo—but he is my lord. I will keep silence. He is wise forever, though his oracle spoke brutal words. We are bound to acquiesce. And you must do now as Fate and Zeus ordain.

Apollo, your voice hymned a justice I could not see clear, but all too clear the anguish you caused, the bloodhaunted, homeless future you've doled out.

Euripides,” she said “Electra. ‘No god hearkens to my helpless cry.’ You know—the class just ended.

និយាយរឿងមានប្រយោជន៍ប្រាប់មនុស្សល្ងង់បន្ទាប់មកគាត់នឹងហៅអ្នកថាមនុស្សល្ងង់។

Para mi quiero, antes que un rico, un Pobre que tenga un alma grande.

Para mí quiero, antes que un rico, un Pobre que tenga un alma grande.

No hay labrador que pueda ganarse el pan, por mucho que los dioses tenga siempre en la boca, si no se da él mismo al trabajo.

De quien es pobre, nadie quiere ser amigo.

So goes the story: but to me it's hardly plausible that the sun, with its golden smile, should turn from its fiery home to cause mortal misfortune for mortal rights and wrongs. But fairy tales that scare us humans are useful for religion.

ELECTRA: ¡Ah, cómo puedes acoger a huéspedes tan altos en su alcurnia, cuando miras la escasez y miseria de tu hogar? CAMPESINO: Nobles dices que son y así se muestra. No importa la pequeñez y pobreza de nuestra casa: si nobles son, con ella han de ajustarse

O black night, you who nurse he golden stars! In you I go, bearing this jar poised on my head, to fetch water from springs of rivers; not that any need pushes me to this point, but so I may show the gods the insolence of Aegisthus, and pour out my griefs under huge heaven to my father's spirit. My mother, Tyndareos' daughter, lost in wickedness, to show Aegisthus other sons, she treats me and O restes both s bastards of her house.

¡Ay, ser un buen hombre no tiene marca fija, y el desconcierto rige la humana progenie! ¡Cuántas veces he visto a un hombre que engendró un noble padre, pero él se muestra como criatura vil! Y vi, también, nacidos de padres sin valor ni estimación, hijos que llegan a mostrar su nobleza. Mil veces vi prudencia y sabiduría muy grande en un miserable y pobre cuerpo. ¿Para juzgar a un hombre qué base escogería uno? ¿La riqueza? ¡Es un pésimo juez! ¿La pobreza? Tampoco. Es falaz y fuente de necesidad que induce al hombre al mal. ¿Las armas son criterio? ¿Qué, basta ver a alguno con su lanza para afirmar que es valiente? ¡En confusión tan grande, es preferible dejar a la ventura y a lo imprevisto el juicio! Veis a este hombre. No era un grande en Argos. No se gloriaba de una bella mansión y alta alcurnia, y entre tantos, se descubre que es todo un noble. No tenéis discreción los que a la turba engañáis con argucias y falacias. Debéis juzgar a un hombre por la noble rectitud de sus costumbres. Gentes así edifican las ciudades y los hogares. ¿Un robusto y gallardo cuerpo? ¡Cuántas veces está vacío de seso y no es sino una estatua en medio de la plaza? Y para resistir a la lanza, es igual brazo fuerte que brazo débil, con tal que haya en el pecho un ánimo esforzado: todo lo hace la bien dispuesta mente y un natural bien constituido.

Female characters were often central figures in ancient versions of these stories. The playwright Euripides wrote eight tragedies about the Trojan War which survive to us today. One of them, Orestes, has a male title character. The other seven have women as their titles: Andromache, Electra, Hecabe, Helen, Iphigenia in Aulis, Iphigenia Among the Taureans and The Trojan Women.

When Euripides wrote about the Trojan War, he centred his plays on the female characters: Andromache, Electra, Helen, Hecabe, and two Iphigenia plays, offering different, contradictory versions of her fate.