I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.
EuripidesRead
'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore.
Interpretation
This quote suggests that spoken promises may not reflect true intentions or feelings.
Euripides conveys the idea that words can be deceptive; while one may verbally commit to something, it does not necessarily mean they believe in it or have the conviction in their heart. This highlights the distinction between mere language and genuine sentiment, emphasizing that true intentions often lie beyond what is spoken.
In practice
In a debate about honesty, one might use this quote to illustrate the difference between spoken promises and true beliefs.
I love the old way best, the simple way of poison, where we too are strong as men.
Mankind . . . possesses two supreme blessings. First of these is the goddess Demeter, or Earth whichever name you choose to call her by. It was she who gave to man his nourishment of grain. But after her there came the son of Semele, who matched her present by inventing liquid wine as his gift to man. For filled with that good gift, suffering mankind forgets its grief; from it comes sleep; with it oblivion of the troubles of the day. There is no other medicine for misery.
Money is far more persuasive than logical arguments.
Those whom God wishes to destroy, he first makes mad.
Who then will dare to say I'm weak or timid? No, they'll say I'm loyal as a friend, ruthless as a foe, so much like a hero destined for glory.
Waste not fresh tears over old griefs.
I think about never losing my voice, never giving in, never selling out, always keeping black, always sticking to the street. Staying neighborhood and not Hollywood.
Nowadays men lead lives of noisy desperation.
I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth. If two or three persons should come with a high spiritual aim and with great powers, the world would fall into their hands like a ripe peach.
License they mean when they cry Liberty; For who loves that, must first be wise and good.
Blind nature will nearly always select the most probable, but man can let the most improbable become actual.
We have a strange anxiety in us; that if we don't interfere then it won't happen. Now that's the root of an enormous amount of trouble.
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