Not from Hades' black and universal lake can you lift him. Not by groaning, not by prayers. Yet you run yourself out in a grief with no cure, no time-limit, no measure. It is a knot no one can untie. Why are you so in love with things unbearable?

What an ugly, loveless life for a girl.

Wise words; but O, when wisdom brings no profit,To be wise is to suffer.

Yes I know sorrow. Know it far too well. My life is a tunnel choked by the sweepings of dread.

ORESTES: Just to see the outline of your sufferingELECTRA: Yet this is only a fraction of it you see.

Count no mortal fortunate till he has departed this life free from pain.

A prudent mind can see room for misgiving, lest he who prospers should one day suffer reverse.