Whom Jupiter would destroy he first drives mad.
How dangerous can false reasoning prove!
Reverence does not die with mortals, nor does it perish whether they live or die.
Nothing vast enters the life of mortals without a curse.
The pain we inflict upon ourselves hurt most of all.
The only crime is pride.
To speak much is one thing; to speak to the point another!
Weep not, everything must have its day.
You’re in love with impossibility.
Despite so many ordeals, my advanced age and the nobility of my soul make me conclude that all is well.
My nails are broken, my fingers are bleeding, my arms are covered with the welts left by the paws of your guards – but I am a queen!
We long to have again the vanished past, in spite of all its pain.
I ask this one thing: let me go mad in my own way.
It is the dead, not the living, who make the longest demands.
Yes it will be a grace if I die. To exist is pain. Life is no desire of mine anymore.
There is a kind of excellence in me and you – born in us – and it cannot live in shame.
You chose to live, I chose to die.
King as thou art, free speech at least is mine. To make reply; in this I am thy peer.
Whose tale more sad than thine, whose lot more dire? O Oedipus, discrowned head, Thy cradle was thy marriage bed.
You’re dreaming, girl, lost in a moving dream.