I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.
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Soon all of you immortals Will be as dead as we are! Come on then, what are you waiting for? Have you run out of thunderbolts?
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What this quote means
This quote reflects on the inevitability of death, suggesting that even those who might seem immortal will eventually face mortality.
Euripides challenges the notion of immortality and the arrogance that may come with it. He emphasizes that regardless of one's empowerment or perceived eternal existence, death is the great equalizer that ultimately affects everyone. This provokes thoughts about the value of life and the actions one takes when confronted with the truth of their mortality.
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This quote could be used in a philosophical discussion about life and death.
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