Quotes from Madeline Miller

Phoenix sends a man out, a diver, to look for her body, but he does not find it. Maybe her gods are kinder than ours, and she will find rest. I would give my life again to make it so.

But there was a line of rallied Greeks behind me screaming my name. His name. I did not stop.

Me desadormeció la presión de su nariz sobre la mía; no dejó de insistir cuando me aferré a las hebras de mis sueños.

Ma dernière pensée est pour Achille.

i thought, this is what achilles will feel like when he's old. and then i remembered: he will never be old

His skin is familiar as my own beneath my fingers. I listen to his breath, warm upon the night air, and somehow I am comforted. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep

could recognize him by touch alone, by 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.

Zeus' thunderbolts still smelled of singed flesh and patricide.

Aprendí a dormir de día con el fin de no estar cansado a su regreso, pues Aquiles siempre necesitaba hablar y contarme hasta el último detalle de los semblantes, las heridas y los movimientos de los hombres. Y yo deseaba ser capaz de escuchar para asimilar las sangrientas imágenes y pintarlas luego vulgares y corrientes en el vaso de la posteridad, y para liberarle de ellas y conseguir que volviera a ser Aquiles.

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

I reached for his hand and took it. I have no need to forgive you. You cannot offend me. They were rash words, but I said them with all the conviction of my heart.

his nose an aristocratic arrow.

i have no need to forgive you. you cannot offend me

Some people are like constellations who only touch the earth for a season.

We will be back soon, Achilles said, again.

And we remembered, too, which god he served. The divinity of light and medicine and plague. Achilles slipped out of the tent when the moon was high. He came back some time later, smelling of the sea. "What does she say?" I asked, sitting up in bed. "She says we are right.

I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.

They might permit a king to burn their fields or rape their daughters, as long as payment was made. But you did not touch a man's sons. For this, the nobles would riot. We all knew the rules; we clung to them to avoid the anarchy that was always a hairsbreadth away. Blood feud. The servants made the sign against evil.

Él luchó para salvarte a ti ya tu preciada reputación

I could see the tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth. He was enjoying it, licking the crowd's worship off his lips.

Duydu?uma göre," dedim, "pek çok ki?i güveni a?kta buluyormu?.

Deli olmayan bütün varl?klar?n arkada?a ihtiyac? vard?r.

El luchó para salvarte a ti y a tu preciada reputación