Walls, towers, and ships, they all are nothing with no men to keep the wall.
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.
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.