ancient-rome

When you fear nothing, you have nothing to fear

A twinge of fear entered Gwenwhyfarâ__s heart. It was the first she had heard of the sea farms lying in the path of danger. She wondered what had befallen a different Norseman of her acquaintance. Had her poor bodyguard, Finn, perished in one of those raids?

Oblige me by taking away that knife. I can't look at the point of it. It reminds me of Roman history.

Hunting, bathing, gaming, laughing: that's living (venari lavare ludere ridere occest vivere).

Even freed men will do what they must in Rome.

In an empire as unruly as Rome, it is quite easy to get away with something as thespian as murder.

A twinge of fear entered Gwenwhyfar__ heart. It was the first she had heard of the sea farms lying in the path of danger. She wondered what had befallen a different Norseman of her acquaintance. Had her poor bodyguard, Finn, perished in one of those raids?

She ran. Deeper, deeper into the mysterious Broceliande forest...

Far, far out on the open sea a platform of stone held firm against the tossing waves. At first sight, it appeared as nothing out of the ordinary, other than that it lay in the middle of nowhere.That was the view on the surface. Beneath the water existed an entirely alien world.

To be ignorant of what occurred before you were born is to remain always a child. For what is the worth of human life, unless it is woven into the life of our ancestors by the records of history?"Cicero, Orator, 46 BCBy way of 'Dictator' by Robert Harris, 2015

At the age of nineteen, on my own initiative and at my own expense, I raised an army by means of which I restored liberty4 to the republic, which had been oppressed by the tyranny of a faction.

Have I have played my part well in the comedy of life? If so, clap your hands and dismiss me from the stage with applause.

They say the eyes are the apertures to the soul. If that is so, I feared Locusta's soul was far darker than even Nero's.

A man leaves his great house because he's boredWith life at home, and suddenly returns,Finding himself no happier abroad.He rushes off to his villa driving like mad,You'ld think he's going to a house on fire,And yawns before he's put his foot inside,Or falls asleep and seeks oblivion,Or even rushes back to town again.So each man flies from himself (vain hope, becauseIt clings to him the more closely against his will)And hates himself because he is sick in mindAnd does not know the cause of his disease.

The wheel of Rome spins constantly. Gods rise and fall, mortals live and die, and round and round we go. We all play a part in that wheel... And I make sure the wheel never stops spinning. You see, if the wheel stops, balance is lost.

It was no wonder they thought us to be immortal___ur nightly celebrations put Olympus to shame.

They think they are invincible. But, the truth is, Nova___ods fall just as hard as mortals. The only difference is... gods do not see the fall coming until it is too late.

Marcus turned his back to her. He feared that if he saw her face, it might weaken his resolve. Love was indeed a madness.