The wisest men follow their own direction.
Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes angry.
She sings a dark destructive song.
My hair is holy. I grow it long for the God.
Go home to your wife. Go bury her.
Mortal fate is hard. You’d best get used to it.
Who can stop grief’s avalanche once it starts to roll.
Piangi con me, supplica il padre di non uccidere tua sorella: anche i bambini si rendono conto delle sciagure.
It’s human; we all put self interest first.
In childbirth grief begins.
I’d three times sooner go to war than suffer childbirth once.