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“Are you flesh and blood, Odysseus, to endure more than a man can? Do you never tire? God, look at you, iron is what you're made of. Here we all are, half dead with weariness, falling asleep over the oars, and you say "No landing" - no firm island earth where we could make a quiet supper. No: pull out to sea, you say, with night upon us - just as before, but wandering now, and lost.”
― Homer, The Odyssey

“And Odysseus let the bright molten tears run down his cheeks, weeping the way a wife mourns for her lord on the lost field where he has gone down fighting the day of wrath that came upon his children. At sight of the man panting and dying there, she slips down to enfold him, crying out; then feels the spears, prodding her back and shoulders, and goes bound into slavery and grief.”
― Homer, The Odyssey

“Now from his breast into his eyes the ache of longing mounted, and he wept at last, his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms, longed for
as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer spent in rough water where his ship went down under Poseidon's blows, gale winds and tons of sea.”
― Homer, The Odyssey

“We are all constantly teaching and learning, forgiving and being forgiven, representing Christ to man when we intercede, and man to Christ when others intercede for us. The sacrifice of selfish privacy which is daily demanded of us is daily repaid a hundredfold in the true growth of personality which the life of the Body encourages. Those who are members of one another become as diverse as the hand and the ear. That is why the worldlings are so monotonously alike compared with the almost fantastic variety of the saints. Obedience is the road to freedom, humility the road to pleasure, unity the road to personality.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Weight of Glory