Quotes from Madeline Miller

This, and this and this. We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but each other.

Me bastaba un simple roce o el olor para identificarle, y si me quedara ciego, podría reconocerle por el modo en que respiraba o en que pisaba el suelo. Le reconocería en el fin del mundo, incluso en la muerte.

Into such miseries, your son came. Bright as a sunrise, sweet as ripe fruit.

I did not hear them. His presence was like a stone in my shoe, impossible to ignore.

Know yourself is carved above their doors. But I had been a stranger to myself, turned to stone for no reason I could name.

Such is the folly of humanity. Is it not our human tragedy that some men must be beaten like donkeys before they will see reason?

Witchcraft transforms the world. He wanted only to join it.

The yearning for him is like hunger, hollowing me.

she was not ruled by appetites; she ruled with them instead.

what was his best part?' 'his lover patroclus

But when I tried to speak them, I found I could not. His cheeks were flushed with shame, and the skin beneath his eyes was weary. His trust was a part of him, as much as his hands or his miraculous feet. And despite my hurt, I would not wish to see it gone, to see him as uneasy and fearful as the rest of us, for any price.

The great chain of fear.

The look that passed over her face. Like a comet indeed, when it veers to earth and turns the fields to ash.

Not every god need be the same, he said.

and where there was greed there was hope.

The spells hung on us yet I felt weightless.

She was a poisoner at heart; she wanted to be sure I came as villain, not savior.

I want-'' He stopped. Tore his fingers through his hair. ''Never mind what I want.'' His voice was quieter, now. ''What do you want?'' ''You.'' Always you.

By the time we learn their names, they are dead. They must be meteors indeed to catch our attention. The merely good: you are dust to us.

My sister might be twice the goddess I was, but I was twice the witch

En la oscuridad, dos figuras alargan los brazos a través de una penumbra espesa y penosa. Y cuando las manos se tocan, se derrama la luz de cien urnas doradas, por las que el sol parece salir a borbotones.

His eyes were brown and warm as summer earth. His words were simple. They had no art to them, which of course was also art. He always knew how to show himself to best advantage.

You promise mercy to spies so they will spill their story, then you kill them after. You beat men who mutiny. You coax heroes from their sulks. You keep spirits high at any cost.

He doesn't know how to be angry with me, either. We are like damp wood that won't light.