I was reading Oedipus at Colonus, and came in contact with something I think sounded very beautiful:
“All other things time almighty disquiets,
Earth wastes away; the body wastes away;
faith dies; distrust is born.
And imperceptibly the spirit changes
Between man and his friend, or between two cities.
For some men soon, for others later in time, their pleasure sickens; or love comes again.
And so with you and Thebes: the sweet season
Holds between you now, but time goes on;
Unmeasured time, fathering numberless
Nights, unnumbered days: and on one day
They’ll break apart with spears this harmony-
All for a trivial word.”
