230 Quotes About Willis-barnstone

The bird flashes back and forthbetween the black leaves of the laurel treesand the greenness of the olive grove.

I looked at her and took offlike a frightened cuckoo bird.

Personally,I hate those who are furtive and touchy, morosein their ways. I have learned that you, Megistes,are of the innocent, of the childlike ones.

My temples are white, my head largely bald.Graceful youth has departed from my face,and my teeth are the loose teeth of an old man.I have few years left of sweet life.Therefore I tremble and fear the underworld,for the lightless chasm of death is dreadfuland the descent appalling: once cast downinto Hell there is no return.

Well, what if some barbaric Thracian gloriesin the perfect shield I left under a bush?I was sorry to leave it—but I saved my skin.Does it matter? O hell, I'll buy a better one.

I don't like a generalwho towers over the troops,lordly with elegant locksand trim mustachios.Give me a stumpy soldierglaringly bowlegged,yet rockfirm on his feet,and in his heart a giant.

I want to fight youjust as when I am thirsty I want to drink.

Now, I have no desire for poetry or joy,yet I will make nothing better by crying,nor worse by seeking good foods and pleasure.

O my soul, my soul—you are mutilated helplessly by this blade of sorrow. Yet rise and bare your chest,face those who would attack you, be strong, give no ground.If you defeat them, do not brag like a loudmouth,If they beat you, don't run home and lie down to cry.Keep some measure in your joy—or in your sadness duringcrisis—that you may understand man's up-and-down life.