| unfogetable words.. |
[May. 22nd, 2006|03:07 pm] |
*Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?
*If you stay in Larissa, you will find peace. You will find a wonderful woman, and you will have sons and daughters, who will have children. And they'll all love you and remember your name. But when your children are dead, and their children after them, your name will be forgotten... If you go to Troy, glory will be yours. They will write stories about your victories in thousands of years! And the world will remember your name. But if you go to Troy, you will never come back... for your glory walks hand-in-hand with your doom. And I shall never see you again.
*This war will never be forgotten, nor will the heroes who fight in it.
*I won't let a stone rob me of my glory!
*You won't have eyes tonight. You won't have ears or a tongue. you will wander the underworld blind, deaf and dumb and all the dead will know; This is Hector: the fool who thought he killed Achilles.
*I'll tell you a secret. Something they don't teach you in your temple. The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
*At night I sometimes see them. The faces of the men I killed. They're waiting for me on the far bank of the Styx. They say, Welcome, brother.
*You say you're willing to die for love but you know nothing about dying and you know nothing about love!
*All my life I've lived by a code and the code is simple: honor the gods, love your woman and defend your country. Troy is mother to us all. Fight for her!
*War is young men dying and old men talking. You know this. Ignore the politics.
*Yesterday the Greeks underestimated us. We should not return the favor.
*I killed a boy today. He was young; too young.
*I thought you were a dumb brute. I could have forgiven a dumb brute.
*Bird signs? You want to planout strategy based on bird signs?
*If they ever tell my story let them say that I walked with giants. Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die. Let them say I lived in the time of Hector, tamer of horses. Let them say I lived in the time of Achilles. |
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