“What greater sorrow than being forced to leave behind my native earth?” — Euripides Copy Share Image
In the center of all rests the sun. For who would place this lamp of a very beautiful temple in another or… — Nicolaus Copernicus Copy Share Image
“Not from Hades' black and universal lake can you lift him. Not by groaning, not by prayers. Yet you run yourself out… — Sophocles Copy Share Image
“Shame I do feel. And I know there is something all wrong about me—believe me. Sometimes I shock myself.” — Sophocles Copy Share Image
“Again, again your mind has changed course with the wind. For you think now of godly things ignored when you worked dreadful… — Euripides Copy Share Image
“None but a fool or an infant could forget a father gone so far and cold. No. Lament is a pattern cut… — Sophocles Copy Share Image
“By dread things I am compelled. I know that. I see the trap closing. I know what I am. But while life… — Sophocles Copy Share Image
Understand me: I wish to be a man from somewhere, a man among men. You see, a slave, when he passes by,… — Jean-Paul Sartre Copy Share Image
“ELECTRA: Oh but my love—now that you have travelled back down all those years to meet my heart, over all this grief… — Sophocles Copy Share Image
The Carmen Electra cards give me another way to connect with my fans while providing them the ability to enjoy the convenience… — Carmen Electra Copy Share Image
“The hounds snap fierce at your heels. Turn toward Athens. I hear them pelting hard on you, I see black flesh and… — Euripides Copy Share Image
“Hurry, come hold me, though I am dead. Shed tears on my body as on my grave.” — Euripides Copy Share Image
“No pity for these things, there is no pity but mine, oh father, for the pity of your butchering rawblood death.” — Sophocles Copy Share Image
“Think again, Electra. Don't say anymore. Don't you see what you're doing? You make your own pain. Why keep wounding yourself? With… — Sophocles Copy Share Image
“I wish you joy. To spend life's fleeting days mid joy that never meets an evil hour is to be blessed beyond… — Euripides Copy Share Image
“Orestes beloved. as you die you destroy me. You have torn away the part of my mind where hope was .” — Sophocles Copy Share Image
“Yet censure strikes hard at women, while men, the true agents of trouble, hear no reproach.” — Euripides Copy Share Image
