Quotes from Madeline Miller

A partir de ese momento nuestra amistad se precipitó como los torrentes de montaña en primavera.

Esas milésimas de segundo donde se encontraban la línea de nuestras miradas eran el único momento de mi jornada en que yo sentía algo: el súbito vuelco en el estómago, el flujo de la ira. Era como un pez mirando desde el anzuelo.

Esa fue mi primera lección: bajo la apariencia plácida y familiar de las cosas, hay otra cara que aguarda el momento de romper el mundo en pedazos

And as we swam, or played, or talked, a feeling would come. It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came. But it was neither of those, buoyant where they were heavy, bright where they were dull." (pg. 48)

En qué piensas? Era Aquiles, venía a mi encuentro. Su voz sonó muy alta en la silenciosa arboleda, pero no me sobresalté. En parte, esperaba que acudiera. Yo quería que lo hiciera. —En nada —contesté. No era cierto, claro, supongo que esa respuesta nunca lo es.

did not have a thousand wiles, and I was no fixed star, yet for the first time I felt something in that space. A hope, a living breath, that might yet grow between.

I ran my hands over his ribbed scars, easing him as I could. The scars themselves I offered to wipe away. He shook his head. "How would I know myself?

Umut edebileceÄŸim tek ÅŸey...

So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself. "You have always been the worst of my children," he said. "Be sure you do not dishonor me." "I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.

Every moment felt like a drop of my blood lost.

There was a long silence, and I almost thought he had not heard me. At last, he said: "Do not let what you gained this day be so easily lost.

This and this and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender or too slow.

The nymphs wafted around me. Their smothered laughter drifted down the halls. At least, I told myself, it was not their brothers, who would have bragged and fought and hunted down my wolves. But of course that was never a real danger. Sons were not punished.

Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death.

But in a solitary life, there are rare moment when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

Scoprii che Achille non era sempre così serio come sembrava. La sua compostezza imperturbabile nascondeva un altro volto, divertente e sfaccettato come una gemma che catturava luce.

Scoprii che Achille non era sempre così serio come sembrava. La sua compostezza imperturbabile nascondeva un altro volto, divertente e sfaccettato come una gemma che catturava la luce.

Humillar a las mujeres parece ser el pasatiempo predilecto de los poetas. Como si no pudiese haber historia a menos que nos arrastrásemos y sollozásemos.

Do you always make beautiful things for those you are angry with?" "No," he said. "Only you.

I think we must leave very soon, or else stay the winter." The window was open; the breeze passed over us. It was a trick of his, to set a sentence out like a plate on a table and see what you would put on it.

I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch , he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you . My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.

Quando sorrideva, la pelle attorno ai suoi occhi si increspava come carta tenuta vicino a una fiamma. Achille stesso era come una fiamma. Splendeva, attirava lo sguardo di tutti. C'era qualcosa d'incantevole in lui persino quando era appena sveglio, con i capelli scarmigliati e il volto ancora impastato di sonno.

Patroclus," he said. He was always better with words than I.

I sat frozen, afraid to move lest I give myself away. I am bound to this war.