Quotes from Madeline Miller

What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another.

Il dolore più grande è quello di chi viene lasciato da solo sulla terra.

However gold he shines, do not forget his fire

My hands feel empty without the garland. I watch King Peleus embrace his son. I see the boy toss the garland in the air and catch it again. He is laughing, and his face is bright with victory.

A moment passed, and I looked at her stained hands on the table before me. "And? Are you going to tell me? How goes your witchery?" She smiled her inward smile. "You were right. It is mostly will. Will and work.

But you were the one who really taught him healing," Achilles said. "I was." "You do not mind that the snake gets all the credit?" Chiron's teeth showed through his dark beard. A smile. "No, Achilles, I do not mind.

In Phthia, the consonants were harder than elsewhere, and the vowels wider. It had sounded ugly to me, until I heard Achilles speak.

He smiled. "Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere." The sun sank below Pelion's ridges, and we were happy.

My father has never been able to imagine the world without himself in it.

Chirone amava insegnare non attraverso lezioni vere e proprie ma attraverso le opportunità che si presentavano di volta in volta.

Name one hero who was happy." I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back. "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward. "I can't." "I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret." "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this. "I'm going to be the first.

That night I lie in bed beside Achilles. His face is innocent, sleep-smoothed and sweetly boyish. I love to see it. This is his truest self, earnest and guileless, full of mischief but without malice. He is lost in Agamemnon and Odysseus' wily double meanings, their lies and games of power. They have confounded him, tied him to a stake and baited him. I stroke the soft skin of his forehead. I would untie him if I could. If he would let me.

Bu dünyaya bir an daha dayanamayaca??m, diye dü?ündüm. "Öyleyse çocu?um, ba?ka bir dünya yap.

And now he had bestowed the long-awaited honor upon the most unlikely of us, small and ungrateful and probably cursed.

The time when I had softened like wax was past.

You have always been the worst of my children,' he said. 'Be sure to not dishonor me.' 'I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.

There was a quality to her that is hard to describe, a fervency, a heat that went to your head. I had expected her to be beautiful, for she walked like a queen of the gods, but it was an odd beauty, not like my mother's or sister's. Each of her features alone was nothing, her nose too sharp, her chin over-strong. Yet together they made a whole like the heart of a flame. You could not look away.

Parecíamos dioses en el alba del mundo y nuestro gozo era tan deslumbrante que no éramos capaces de ver otra cosa que el uno al otro.

They are not naturally fools, it is only that they are caught between two scorpions.

This and this and this, I said to him.

His presence was like a stone in my shoe, impossible to ignore. His skin was the color of just-pressed olive oil, and smooth as polished wood, without scabs and blemishes that covered the rest of us.

Swear it. Why me? Because you're the reason.

I hope that Hector kills you" The breath rasps in his throat. "Do you think I do not hope the same?" he asks

Her eyes widened when she saw me, just like her statue's. She bowed her head. "Aunt Circe," she said. "I am glad to meet you. I am Ariadne.