Sophocles

Sophocles
496 B.C.
406 B.C.

Greek Tragic Playwright and Poet best known for his drama "Oedipus the King"

Author Quotes

Reverence does not die with mortals, nor does it perish whether they live or die.

Possessing resourceful skill, a subtlety beyond expectation he moves now to evil, now to good. When he honors the laws of the land and the justice of the gods to which he is bound by oath, his city prospers. But banned from his city is he who, thanks to his rashness, couples with disgrace. Never may he share my home, never think my thoughts, who does these things!

Profit is sweet, even if it comes from deception.

Quick decisions are unsafe decisions.

Rash indeed is he who reckons on the morrow, or haply on days beyond it; for tomorrow is not, until today is past.

Out on it, lady! why should one regard the Pythian hearth or birds that scream i' the air? Did they not point at me as doomed to slay my father? but he's dead and in his grave and here am I who ne'er unsheathed a sword; unless the longing for his absent son killed him and so I slew him in a sense. But, as they stand, the oracles are dead--dust, ashes, nothing, dead as Polybus.

Pardon, and keep silent, for what is shameful for women must be concealed among women.

People of Thebes, my countrymen, look on Oedipus. He solved the famous riddle, with his brilliance, he rose to power, a man beyond all power. Who could behold his greatness without envy? Now what a black sea of terror has overwhelmed him. Now as we keep our watch and wait the final day, count no man happy till he dies, free of pain at last.

One's own escape from troubles makes one glad; but bringing friends to trouble is hard grief.

Only a fool could be in love with death.

Our ship of fate, which recent storms have threatened to destroy, has come safely to harbor at last.

One must say what is real, and when he speaks of holding his tongue and never utters Baldga£n, or mocks harsh manner.

One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day has been.

One must wait until the last day in the life of any human being nor happy before ending his life without pain.

One soul is enough, I know, to pay the debt for thousands, if one will go to the gods in all good faith.

Oh child, may you be happier than your father, but in all other respects alike. And then you would not be bad.

Oh generations of human beings, you are in my view are not the only ghosts one of you gets a share of happiness does not exceed fallacy, then what soon to wither and disappear.

Oh it's terrible when the one who does the judging judges things all wrong.

Old age and the passage of time teach all things.

Once in a lifetime the longed-for tidal wave of justice can rise up, and hope and history rhyme.

Of all human ills, greatest is fortune's wayward tyranny.

Of all vile things current on earth, none is so vile as money.

Of happiness the chiefest part.

Of no mortal say, 'That man is happy,' till vexed by no grievous ill he pass life's goal.

OEDIPUS: O, O, O, they will all come, all come out clearly! Light of the sun, let me look upon you no more after today! I who first saw the light bred of a match accursed, and accursed in my living with them I lived with, cursed in my killing.

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First Name
Sophocles
Birth Date
496 B.C.
Death Date
406 B.C.
Bio

Greek Tragic Playwright and Poet best known for his drama "Oedipus the King"