Conquer your fear, and I promise you'll conquer death.
It's a high ransom she charges for nine months lodging in the womb.
It has always been our great dream to go east.
Were we Gods, we'd breach these walls to the Outer Ocean.
In the end, all that matters is what you've done.
You break my heart, you men...afraid!?
Yes, you're right Crateros. I should have sent you veterans home sooner, and I will. The first of your shall be the Silver Shields, and then every man who has served seven years. Respected, rich, LOVED! You'll be treated by you wives and children as heroes for the rest of your lives. And enjoy a peaceful death. But you dream Crateros! Your simplicity long ended, when you took Persian mistresses and children, and you thickened your holdings with plunder and jewels... Because you have fallen in love with all the things in life that destroy men. Do you not see? And you, as well as I, know, that as the years decline, and the memories stale, and all your great victories fade, it will always be remembered, you left your king in Asia!
This is the man who is going to take you from Greece to Persia! He can't even make it from one couch to the next.
Stay with me tonight, Hephaistion.
It is you I love, Hephaistion. No other.
Aristotle be damned! By Zeus and by all the other gods, what makes you so much better than them? Cassander! Better than you really are! In you and those like you is this.
When I was a child my mother thought me divine and my father weak... which one am I Hephaistion? Weak or divine?
Hephaistion loves me as I am, not what.
He is Hephaistion.
Men of Macedon, we're going home.
What disturbs me most is not your lack of respect for my judgment, but your contempt for a world far older than ours.
You've all honored your country and your ancestors and now we come to this most distant place in Asia where across from us Darius has at last gathered an army, but look again at this war and ask yourselves, who is this great king who pays assasins in gold coins to murder my father, our king in a most despicable and cowardly manner? Who is this great king Darius who enslaves his own men to fight? Who is this king but a king of air? These men do not fight for their homes. They fight because this king tells them they must. When they fight, they will melt away like the air. But we are not here today as slaves. We are here today... as Macedonian free men! Some of you, perhaps myself, will not live to see the sun set over these mountains today but I say to you what every warrior has known since the beginning of time, conquer your fear and I promise you, you will conquer death! And when they ask you where you fought so bravely, you will answer, "I was here this day at Gaugamela for the freedom and glory of Greece!" Zeus be with us!
No man or woman can be too powerful or too beautiful without disaster befalling them.
A king isn't born, Alexander, he is made. By steel and by suffering. A king must know how to hurt those he loves. It's lonely. Ask anyone. Ask Heracles. Ask any of them. Fate is cruel. No man or woman can be too powerful or too beautiful without disaster befalling. They laugh when you rise too high. And they crush everything you've built with a whim. What glory they give in the end, they take away. They... They make of us slaves.
Hercules did it by himself. Did you conquer Asia by yourself, Alexander? I mean, who planned the Asian invasion, wasn't not your father? Or is his blood no longer good enough?
Pay attention lad, your father's still watching over you!
I no longer served your purpose?! What purpose was I serving when I saved your puppy-life at Gaugamela?!
It was said later that Alexander was never defeated, except by Hephaistion's thighs.
Back, and to the left! ~ Macedonian Soldier
All men reach and fall...