Quotes from Madeline Miller

moment he woke and knew me. Our limbs slid against one another, on paths that we had traced so many times before, yet

Einen perfekt austarierten Bogen hatte Odysseus sie genannt. Einen Fixstern. Eine Frau, die sich selbst genau kennt.

In our day, death was preferable. But my father was a practical man. My weight in gold was less than the expense of the lavish funeral my death would have demanded.

Mas talvez nenhum pai consiga ver seus filhos de verdade. Quando olhamos, enxergamos apenas o espelho de nossas próprias falhas.

When he died, all things swift and beautiful and bright would be buried with him. I opened my mouth, but it was too late. "I will go," he said. "I will go to Troy." The

Later, I almost convinced myself it had not happened, that it had been a vivid dream, drawn from his descriptions and too much imagination. But that is not the truth.

I could recognize him by touch alone, smell, I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

The truth is, men make terrible pigs

He was spring, golden and bright.

Aber vielleicht können Eltern ihre Kinder nicht wirklich sehen. Wenn wir hinsehen, sehen wir nur das Spiegelbild unserer eigenen Fehler.

They have wrinkles, but no wisdom. I took them to war before they could do any of those things that steady a man. They were unmarried when they left. They had no children. They had no years of lean harvest, when they must scrape the bottom of their stores, and no good years either, that they might learn to save. They have not seen their parents grow old and begin to fail. They have not seen them die. I fear I have robbed them not only of their youth but their age as well.

He was spring, golden and bright. Envious death would drink his blood, and grow again.

When I am dead, I charged you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.

Una barca ben costruita, un albero ben cresciuto, una storia ben raccontata, tutti questi per lui erano piaceri.

A dozen times grief had scorched, but its fire had never burned through my skin.

He showed me his scars. And in return he let me pretend that I had none.

My mind went back to the implements on the cave's wall, the herbs and tools of healing. Surgery was the word he had used.

All those years of pain and wandering. Why? For a moment's pride. He would rather be cursed by the gods than be No one.

Je finirais par bien connaître ce type d'homme, jaloux de son maigre pouvoir, pour qui je n'étais qu'une femme.

Rien est un espace vide, alors que l'air est ce qui remplit tout le reste. C'est la respiration, la vie et le courage, les mots que l'ont dit.

Si dice che le donne siano creature delicate, come fiori, come uova, come qulsiasi cosa che possa essere schiacciata in un momento di negligenza. Se mai ci avevo creduto, non era più così.

He thought and felt and acted, and all these things made a straight line.

There was grief, and so there always would be. But the gray fog was gone. I felt distant and very clear, like a hawk born upon the highest aether.

I did not want to make a fool of myself in front of him. But his face was hopeful, and I felt like a miser to refuse.