Thou lov’st to speak in riddles and dark words.
In a just cause, the weak overcome the strong”.
Long have we lived in shadows and shuddering: today I think our future is opening out.
A light tip of the scales can put old bones to rest.
Electra, grieving for death, for her father, as a nightingale grieving always.
You are nothing at all. Just a crack where the light slipped through.
But death was a wind too strong for that.
Walls, towers, and ships, they all are nothing with no men to keep the wall.
KREON. Ich gehe, von dir verkannt, gerecht jedoch vor diesen.
El que no tiene temor ante los hechos tampoco tiene miedo a la palabra.
No, I can’t repeat it, it’s unholy.
Careful! There is war in women too, as you know by experience, I think.
You drive me back down my desperation – that unclouded incurable never forgotten evil growing inside my life.
My destiny, my dark power, what a leap you made!
To the depths of terror, too dark to hear, to see.
Not long now: the blazing dream of my head is crawling out.
Here he comes like a stealing shadow, like a footprint of death into the rooms, stalking the past with freshcut blood in his hands.
And also because – Oh, my darling, my darling, forgive me; I’m going to cause you quite a lot of pain.
The future rests with the ones who tend the future.
What you think later makes you wrong before.
Harsh ways are taught by harshness.