The past few months have been very difficult in my personal life. Thankfully, unlike Sophocles tragedy, I’ve managed to find plenty of blessings too. Life has a mysterious way of working out.
I actually started reading the book because I started reading Wikipedia’s article on Anarchism. I generally don’t consider myself an idealist like Antigone, if anything, I think I’d have been more of an Ismene (and I’m not embarrassed about that). Anyway, the book is full of gems and I can only recommend it.
I will suffer nothing as great as death without glory.
You cannot know a man completely, his character, his principles, sense of judgement, not till he’s shown his colors.
Die I must, I’ve known it all my life.
I was born to join in love, not hate – that is my nature.
I have no love for a friend who loves in words alone.
Whoever thinks that he alone possesses intelligence, the gift of eloquence, he and no one else, and character too … such men, I tell you, spread them open – you will find them empty.
But if I seem young, look less to my years and more to what I do.
Stubbornness brands you for stupidity – pride is a crime.
It’s a dreadful thing to yield … but resist now? Lay my pride bare to the blows of ruin? That’s dreadful too.
When a man has squandered his true joys, he’s good as dead, I tell you, a living corpse.
I died once, you kill me again and again!
Wisdom is by far the greatest part of joy, and reverence towards the gods must be safeguarded. The mighty words of the proud are paid in full with mighty blows of fate, and at long last those blows will teach us wisdom.
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