Medea Quotes

“My love for you
was greater than my wisdom.”
― Euripides, Medea

“I'd three times sooner go to war than suffer childbirth once.”
― Euripides, Medea

“you will rise.
and are you less of a woman for this? no
what is woman?
woman is this—enduring.
listen girl, you will survive this–you will.
but what fool said you had to do it silently?
here is a tip—scream”
― Salma Deera, Letters From Medea

“No one who goes against her can win.”
― Euripides, Medea

“What heavenly power lends an ear
To a breaker of oaths, a deceiver?”
― Euripides, Medea

“MEDEA: The gods know who was the author of this sorrow.
JASON: Yes, the gods know indeed, they know your loathsome heart.
MEDEA: Hate me. But I tire of your barking bitterness.”
― Euripides, Medea

“The mind of a queen
Is a thing to fear. A queen is used
To giving commands, not obeying them;
And her rage once roused is hard to appease.”
― Euripides

“But my pain’s a fair price, to take away your smile.”
― Euripides, Medea

“Born to destroy kings, born to reshape the world, born to horrify and break and remake, born to endure and never be erased. Hekate Medea, more than god and more than woman, alive now, in the time of origin.”
― David Vann, Bright Air Black

“MEDEA: The children are dead. I say this to make you suffer.”
― Euripides, Medea

“Circe:
Do you know what they're looking for, Medea? she asked me. They're looking for a woman who'll tell them that they're not guilty of anything; that the gods, whom they worship by chance, compel them in their undertakings. That the track of blood they leave behind is proper to their male nature as the gods have determined it.”
― Christa Wolf, Medea

“Medea kills her brother. In the beginning, she is known by her nephew, who tells the Argonauts about her, for having power, for helping her family, just like I tried to help Skeet on the day China first got sick from the Ivomec. But for Medea, love makes help turn wrong.”
― Jesmyn Ward, Salvage the Bones

“I ask myself what gives a person, what gave that woman, the right to confront us with decisions that we are not equal to making, decisions that tear us apart and leave us feeling inferior, incompetent, guilty.”
― Christa Wolf, Medea

“Medea:
Van alles wat een ziel heeft en kan denken
zijn wij vrouwen de ongelukkigste schepsels.”
― Gerard Koolschijn, Medea & Bakchanten

“Both stupid and lacking in foresight those poets of old who wrote songs for revels and dinners and banquets - pleasant sounds for men living at ease; but none of them all has discovered how to put to an end with their singing or musical instrument - grief, bitter grief from which death and disaster cheat the hopes of a house”
― Euripides, Medea

“I will destroy and ruin everything.”
― Seneca, Six Tragedies

“Any pleasure I took in life I now renounce; it’s death I want.”
― Euripides

“And they say to us that we're never at risk,
sheltered at home, while they fight with spears.
How wrong they are: I'd rather three times over
stand behind a shield than give birth once.”
― James Romm, The Greek Plays: Sixteen Plays by Aeschylus, Sophocles, and Euripedes

“Lass ihn ein Held sein. Du bist etwas anderes. - Und was soll das sein? -
Eine Hexe, antwortete ich. Mit grenzenloser Macht. Die nur sich selbst zur Rechenschaft verpflichtet ist.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“This compulsion to undertand seems to me like a stigma that I cannot get rid of and that isolates me from other people. Medea knew about such things.”
― Christa Wolf

“Medea:
Ik wens geen welvaart die mij pijn doet,
geen rijkdom als mijn hart wordt gekweld.”
― Gerard Koolschijn, Medea & Bakchanten

“”
― Euripides

“I hate him for infecting me with this love I have carried for so long – I wish I could remove it, sever it from me like an infected limb.”
― Rosie Hewlett, Medea

“Some men are born to be a favourite of the gods. Or at least to seem so,
for a while.”
― Natalie Haynes, No Friend to This House

“Then, crouching low beneath the son of Aeson, he nocked the arrow midway up the string, and, parting bow and string with both hands, shot Medea.
Sudden muteness gripped her spirit.
The god, then, fluttered from the high-roofed hall, cackling, and the arrow burned like fire
deep, deep down beneath the maiden’s heart.

She fired scintillating glances over
and over at the son of Aeson.
Anguish quickened her heart and panted in her breast, she could think of him, him only, nothing but him, as sweet affliction drained her soul.
[...]
so all-consuming Eros curled around Medea’s heart and blazed there secretly.”
― Appolonius

“[...] He deftly strung his little bow
and from the quiver chose a virgin arrow
laden with future groans. His speedy feet
whisked him across the threshold, he himself
unnoticed as he keenly scanned the scene.
Then, crouching low beneath the son of Aeson,
he nocked the arrow midway up the string,
and, parting bow and string with both hands, shot
Medea. Sudden muteness gripped her spirit.
The god, then, fluttered from the high-roofed hall,
cackling, and the arrow burned like fire
deep, deep down beneath the maiden’s heart.

She fired scintillating glances over
and over at the son of Aeson. Anguish
quickened her heart and panted in her breast,
and she could think of him, him only, nothing but him, as sweet affliction drained her soul.
[...]
so all-consuming Eros curled around Medea’s heart and blazed there secretly.”
― Appolonius

“[...] He deftly strung his little bow
and from the quiver chose a virgin arrow
laden with future groans. His speedy feet
whisked him across the threshold, he himself
unnoticed as he keenly scanned the scene.
Then, crouching low beneath the son of Aeson,
he nocked the arrow midway up the string,
and, parting bow and string with both hands, shot
Medea. Sudden muteness gripped her spirit.
The god, then, fluttered from the high-roofed hall,
cackling, and the arrow burned like fire
deep, deep down beneath the maiden’s heart.

She fired scintillating glances over
and over at the son of Aeson. Anguish
quickened her heart and panted in her breast,
and she could think of him, him only, nothing
but him, as sweet affliction drained her soul.
[...]
so all-consuming Eros curled around Medea’s heart and blazed there secretly.”
― Appolonius

“Nature is magic, Medea, and magic is nature. It is the rawest essence of our world, a power infused by the divine when they created it. It sings through Gaia’s veins, but only few can hear it, only those Hecate allows. Listen.”
― Rosie Hewlett, Medea

“I shall form a garland of revenge.”
― Terry Blackhawk, The Light Between

“My fingers twist my hair into knots.
My tongue licks without warning from the corners
of my mouth.”
― Terry Blackhawk, The Light Between