Rage – Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus’ son Achilles.
Sing, O Muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus.
I sing of arms and the hero, who first from the coasts of Troy.
Hector, now that your soul has left your body.
Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns.
Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth.
Sing, Muse, and tell me how it all began.
Andromache, I am frightened for you.
…he’d rather even rot at home than to return in his ship.
But come, friend, put your hands in mine and let us swear an oath.
Achilles’ and Hector’s tale of war is sung.
The gods are quick to anger, and swift to forgive.
Achilles, son of Peleus, and Hector, son of Priam.
Helen, the face that launched a thousand ships.
Life is short, but glory lasts forever.
Fame is a fickle mistress, she loves to bestow her favor and then turn her back.
Death awaits us all, no matter how noble or lowly.
Even the greatest heroes can be brought low by their own hubris.
The gods may guide our fate, but it is up to us to seize our destiny.
In war, there are no winners, only survivors.
Men rarely forgive, women never forget.
The heart knows what the mind fears to admit.
Love can be a battlefield, and lust a weapon.
War is a dance, and each step is a potential death.
To live without honor is to die without purpose.
The greatest battles are fought within ourselves.
Victory is sweet, but it is the taste of blood and tears.
Courage is not the absence of fear, but the ability to overcome it.
In the face of death, even the bravest may tremble.
Fortune favors the bold, but she loves to play games.
Heroes are not born, they are forged in the fires of adversity.
A single spark can ignite a raging inferno.
War is the great equalizer, it cares not for rank or title.
A man’s true worth is measured by his actions, not his words.
Even the strongest walls can crumble under the weight of betrayal.
Wisdom is earned through suffering, and knowledge through sacrifice.
To be doubted is to be tested, and to doubt is to question.
The gods may be immortal, but they are not infallible.
There is no honor in vengeance, only empty victories.
Love can be a poison, or a balm for a wounded soul.
Beauty is fleeting, but a kind heart endures.
A life without passion is a life devoid of meaning.
The road to glory is paved with the bones of the fallen.
The greatest battles are fought silently, within the chambers of the heart.
In the end, it is not the wealth or power we leave behind, but the memories we have created.
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