Silence is an ornament for women.
SophoclesRead
Alas, how quickly the gratitude owed to the dead flows off, how quick to be proved a deceiver.
Interpretation
The fleeting nature of gratitude for those who have passed away reveals human fickleness.
This quote by Sophocles reflects on the transient nature of gratitude that people often express towards the deceased. It suggests that after death, the recognition of someone's contributions and importance can quickly fade, highlighting a human tendency to forget or take for granted the sacrifices and impacts made by others, particularly once they are no longer present to remind us of their worth.
In practice
A eulogy reflecting on a loved oneβs impact.
Silence is an ornament for women.
None love the messenger who brings bad news.
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Not even Ares battles against necessity.
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There is nothing more hateful than bad advice.
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Have not I myself known five hundred living soldiers sabred into crows' meat for a piece of glazed cotton, which they call their flag; which had you sold it at any market-cross, would not have brought above three groschen?
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