#greek

Chorus of women: […] Oh! my good, gallant Lysistrata, and all my friends, be ever like a bundle of nettles; never let you anger slacken; the wind of fortune blown our way. ↗

— Aristophanes

#drama #feminism #greek-literature #anger

Nothing shall part us in our love till Thanatos (Death) at his appointed hour removed us from the light of day. ↗

— Apollonius of Rhodes

#greek-mythology #love #death

Alecto was the oldest, unceasing in anger. Magaera was next, retaliator of jealousy, and Tisiphone, the last, regarded as the avenger of murder. ↗

— Elisabeth Naughton

#furies #greek-mythology #magaera #tisiphone #anger

To be really mediæval one should have no body. To be really modern one should have no soul. To be really Greek one should have no clothes. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#clothing #greeks #humor #soul #wilde

You must remember that no one lives a life free from pain and suffering. ↗

— Sophocles

#literature #sophocles #life

I heard the voice of that bird, son of Polypas, whose piercing outcry and whose arrival announces to men the season when fields are plowed, and the voice of her broke the heart that darkens within me, since other men posess my flourishing acres now, and not for me are the mules dragging the plow through the grainland, since I have given my heart to the restless seafarer's life. ↗

— Theognis

#lyrics #poetry #poverty #life

In his youth, he was electrified. The stars were moving in his bloodstream. He would not have been cowed by the customs of an earthly monarch. When he loved, it was with a heat and a desperation that he carried like a sword. He loved in the way that Greeks burned cities. ↗

— Brenna Yovanoff

#devil #greeks #heroic #love #passion

My name is Arsenio. That's a very unique name for a black man. In Greek, it means Leroy. ↗

— Arsenio Hall

#greek #man #means #name #unique

In accepting and defending the social institution of slavery, the Greeks were harder-hearted than we but clearer-headed; they knew that labor as such is slavery, and that no man can feel a personal pride in being a laborer. A man can be proud of being a worker – someone, that is, who fabricates enduring objects, but in our society, the process of fabrication has been so rationalized in the interests of speed, economy and quantity that the part played by the individual factory employee has become too small for it to be meaningful to him as work, and practically all workers have been reduced to laborers. It is only natural, therefore, that the arts which cannot be rationalized in this way – the artist still remains personally responsible for what he makes – should fascinate those who, because they have no marked talent, are afraid, with good reason, that all they have to look forward to is a lifetime of meaningless labor. This fascination is not due to the nature of art itself, but to the way in which an artists works; he, and in our age, almost nobody else, is his own master. The idea of being one’s own master appeals to most human beings, and this is apt to lead to the fantastic hope that the capacity for artistic creation is universal, something nearly all human beings, by virtue, not by some special talent, but due to their humanity, could do if they tried. ↗

— W.H. Auden

#greeks #labor #slavery #work #age

She glared at me like she was about to punch me, but then she did something that surprised me even more. She kissed me. "Be careful seaweed brain." She said putting on her invisible cap and disappearing. I probably would have sat there all day, trying to remember my name, but then the sea demons came. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#god #gods #greek #kiss #remember