Sappho
You may forget butlet me tell youthis: someone insome future timewill think of us —Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho. Translated by Anne Carson. (Virago Press Ltd November 6, 2003) C. -600 BCE.
Category: Greek Mythology
Homer
With that she loosed from her breasts the breastband, pierced and alluring, with every kind of enchantment woven through it . . . There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad. — Homer, The Iliad: Book XIV. (Period: Bronze Age.Traditional dating:… Continue reading Homer
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted. — Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound. (Kessinger Publishing, LLC, June 17, 2004) Originally published 1820.
Jean-Paul Sartre
It’s strange. I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you. — Jean-Paul Sartre, The Flies (1943)
Louise Glück
I have to tell you what I’ve learned, that I know now what happens to the dreamers. They don’t feel it when they change. One day they wake, they dress, they are old. — Louise Glück, from “Marathon,” The Triumph of Achilles. (Ecco Pr; First Edition edition, May 1987) Originally published 1985.
Homer
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess– so she strikes our eyes! — Homer, from The Iliad. Composed around 800-725 B.C. and written down sometime between 725 and 675 B.C.
Nikos Kazantzakis
O brain, be flowers that nightingales may come to sing! ― Nikos Kazantzakis, The Odyssey: A Modern Sequel. (Simon & Schuster; Second Printing edition January 1, 1958) Originally published 1938.
Euripides
Come back. Even as a shadow, even as a dream. — Euripides, Herakles (c. 416 BCE)
Rainer Maria Rilke
Being dead filled her beyond fulfillment. Like a fruit suffused with its own mystery and sweetness, she was filled with her vast death, which was so new, she could not understand that it had happened. ― Rainer Maria Rilke, from “Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes,” Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke. Edited & Translated by Stephen Mitchell.… Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke
Louise Glück
Intense love always leads to mourning. — Louise Glück, Triumph of Achilles. (Ecco Pr; First Edition edition May 1987)
The Vale of Soul-Making 