Men rise and fall like the winter wheat.but these names will never die. If they ever tell my story, let them say.I walked with giants.And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?
Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity.This war will never be forgotten, nor will the heroes who fought in it.War is young men dying and old men talking.Your reputation for hospitality is fast becoming legend.I accept your challenge, and tonight, I'll drink to your bones.I want her back so I can kill her with my own two hands, and I won't rest till I've burned Troy to the ground!.Princes of Troy, on our last night together, Queen Helen and I salute you.I almost lost this war because of your little romance. Let it burn! Let Troy burn! Burn it, for Menelaus! Burn it! Burn Troy! Burn Troy! I promised you, brother! I promised you! Burn it! Burn it for Menelaus!.Give him too many battles, and the men will forget who's king.Of all the warlords loved by the gods, I hate him the most.You are a better king than the one leading this army.You gave me peace.in a lifetime of war.You sack of wine! Before my time is done I will look down on your corpse and smile.Is there no one else?! IS THERE NO ONE ELSE!?!.They're standing there on the far bank of the river Styx, waiting for me. At night I see their faces: all the men I've killed.You will never be lovelier than you are now, and we will never be here again.
Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. Something they don't teach you in your temple.
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