Sophocles Quotes - Page 16

The stubbornest of wills Are soonest bended, as the hardest iron, O'er-heated in the fire to brittleness,Flies soonest into fragments, shivered through.

Dreadful is the mysterious power of fate; there is no deliverance from it by wealth or by war, by walled city or dark, seabeaten ships.

Pardon, and keep silent, for what is shameful for women must be concealed among women.

For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.

To women silence gives their proper grace.

When men have killed joy, I do not believe they still live.

No lie ever reaches old age.

Those griefs smart most which are seen to be of our own choice.

The man the state has put in place must have obedient hearing to his least command when it is right, and even when it's not.

Not even old age knows how to love death.

Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.

Wisdom is a dreadful thing when it brings no knowledge to its possessor.

Kids are anchors of mothers' life

Evil counsel travels fast.

Bear up, my child, bear up; Zeus who oversees and directs all things is still mighty in heaven.

The shimmering night does not stay for mortals, not misfortunes, nor wealth, but in a moment it is gone, and to the turn of another comes joy and loss.

The curse of ignorance is that man without being good or evil is nevertheless satisfied with himself

Silence is an ornament for women.

Great Time makes all things dim.

To him who is afraid, everything rustles.

It has been hard, I know, my daughters, but one word alone wipes out all of the hardships: love.

When people fall in deep distress, their native sense departs.

For no one loves the bearer of bad tidings.

When ice appears out of doors, and boys seize it up while it is solid, at first they experience new pleasures. But in the end their pride will not agree to let it go, but their acquisition is not good for them if it stays in their hands. In the same way an identical desire drives lovers to act and not to act.

For God hates utterly the bray of bragging tongues.