Week 109 of our regular morning feature here at Friedman of the Plains Worldwide in which we highlight the great words and works of great men and women, as well as those who are insufferable, delusional, and even fictional.
This Week Sophocles
“Sentry: King, may I speak?
Creon: Your very voice distresses me.
Sentry: Are you sure that it is my voice, and not your conscience?
Creon: By God, he wants to analyze me now!
Sentry: It is not what I say, but what has been done, that hurts you.
Creon: You talk too much.” — The Oedipus Cycle: Oedipus Rex, Oedipus at Colonus, Antigone
Bonus Sophocles:
“ORESTES: Just to see the outline of your suffering
ELECTRA: Yet this is only a fraction of it you see.” — Electra
Bonus Bonus Sophocles
“To stretch your life out when you see
that nothing can break its misery
is shameful – day after day
moving forward or back from the end line
of death. There’s no joy in that
Any mortal who warms his heart
over empty hopes is worthless
in my eyes. Honor in life
or in death; if a man is born noble,
he must have one or the other.”
― Ajax
Thanks for the third one. I didn't feel bad enough already.
Ach, the distress is always there. So why worry?