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21 " This is Electra. Brilliant no more. "
― Sophocles , Electra
22 " And instead my beloved, luck sent you back to me colder than ashes, later than shadow. "
23 " You are nothing at all. Just a crack where the light slipped through. "
24 " Not long now: the blazing dream of my head is crawling out. "
25 " Here he comes like a stealing shadow, like a footprint of death into the rooms, stalking the past with freshcut blood in his hands. "
26 " Long have we lived in shadows and shuddering: today I think our future is opening out. "
27 " But death was a wind too strong for that. "
28 " Careful! There is war in women too, as you know by experience, I think. "
29 " Que antes ti haya una mesa colmada y te sea la vida fácil. ¡Que tenga yo por único alimento el no contradecirme a mí misma! "
― Sófocles, , Electra
30 " Harsh ways are taught by harshness. "
31 " Last night was a night of bad dreams and ambiguous visions. "
32 " Think again, Electra. Don't say anymore. Don't you see what you're doing? You make your own pain. Why keep wounding yourself? With so much evil stored up in that cold dark soul of yours you breed enemies everywhere you touch. "
33 " Friendship is a tension. It makes delicate demands. "
34 " You are a woman marked for sorrow. "
35 " But when a god sends harm, no man can sidestep it, no matter how strong he may be. "
36 " Bu durumda dostlarım, ne akıllı ne dindar olmak mümkündür; kötülüğün içinde bizi kötülüğe zorlayan güç çok büyüktür. "
37 " Oh love, you break on me like light! "
38 " None but a fool or an infant could forget a father gone so far and cold. No. Lament is a pattern cut and fitted around my mind—like the bird who calls Itys! Itys! endlessly, bird of grief, angel of Zeus. O heartdragging Niobe, I count you a god: buried in rock yet always you weep. "
39 " I live in a place of tears. "
40 " Twas dire oppression taught me my complaint.I know my rage a quenchless fire:But nought, however dire,Shall visit this my frenzy with restraint;Or check my lamentation while I live.Dear friend, kind women of true Argive breed,Say, who can timely counsel giveOr word of comfort suited to my need?Beyond all care shall this my cause be known.No counsels more! Ah leave,Vain comforters, and let me grieveWith ceaseless pain, unmeasured in my moan. "