Broken Quote by Aeschylus Download Open image “When a man dies, flesh is frayed and broken in the fire, but not his will.” — Aeschylus ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.5 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Broken Dies Fire Flesh Men
A man dies not for the many wounds that pierce his breast, unless it be that life's end keep pace with death, nor by… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
“The Dying Man" in memoriam W.B. Yeats 1. His words I heard a dying man Say to his gathered kin, “My soul’s hung out to dry, Like a fresh salted skin; I doubt I’ll use it again. “What’s done is yet to come; The flesh deserts the bone, But a kiss widens the rose I know, as the dying know… — Theodore Roethke Copy Share
The living all find death unpleasant; men mourn over it. And yet, what is death, but the unbending of the bow and its return… — Zhuangzi Copy Share Image
...a man does not die for words. He dies for his relation to them. — Robert Penn Warren Copy Share Image
A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away. — Tennessee Williams Copy Share Image
Man's will creates the things that paralyze his brain and brutalize his heart. — Max Lerner Copy Share Image
A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man. — Miguel de Unamuno Copy Share Image
“When a man dies, his wife is burned alive with him, but if the wife dies before her husband, the man does not suffer… — Al Masudi Copy Share Image
When a man's life is destroyed or damaged by some wound or privation of soul or body, which is due to other men's actions… — Simone Weil Copy Share Image
A good man knows when to sacrifice himself, a bad man survives but loses his soul. — John le Carre Copy Share Image
Death is the sanction of everything that the storyteller can tell. He has borrowed his authority from death. — Walter Benjamin Copy Share Image
“Hear the sum of the whole matter in the compass of one brief word — every art possessed by man comes from Prometheus.” — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
May dawn, as the proverb goes, bring happy tidings coming from her mother night. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
The cure is in the house, not brought by other hands from distant places, but by its own, in agony and blood. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
The tongue of slander is too prompt with wanton malice to wound the stranger. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
The holy heaven yearns to wound the earth, and yearning layeth hold on the earth to join in wedlock; the rain, fallen from the… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Zeus, first cause, prime mover; for what thing without Zeus is done among mortals? — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
God planteth in mortal men the cause of sin whensoever he wills utterly to destroy a house. — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Human prosperity never rests but always craves more, till blown up with pride it totters and falls. From the opulent mansions pointed at by… — Aeschylus Copy Share Image
Broken by hardships, disappointments and tragedy, people can become discouraged and cynical. But lives can also be mended. Put back together well, they won't… — Steve Goodier Copy Share Image
You don't want to fix things that aren't broken, so that kind of stops you from make changes. — Chris Weidman Copy Share Image
The worst advice? 'Don't listen to the critics.' I think that you really ought to listen to the critics, because sometimes they're telling you… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
The child who ran weeping to you with a cut finger is now brought home, smiling gamely, with a broken collarbone and incredible contusions-… — Pam Brown Copy Share Image
My life was incoherent to me. I felt it quivering, spitting out broken teeth. — Paula Fox Copy Share Image
“ving self and others is an every second of every day of every week, of every month, of every year gift that should not… — Sanjo Jendayi Copy Share Image
Your head's like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the… — Grant Morrison Copy Share Image
Rome, believe me, my friend, is like its own Monte Testaceo, Merelya marvellous mass of broken and castaway wine-pots. — Arthur Hugh Clough Copy Share Image
