Quotes About Achilles

I listened and did not speak. Achilles' eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness.

Achilles," I said. HIs eyes opened, and he was beside me before I could speak again. "Are you all right?" ... The skins whispered against each other as they parted for him, then slipped shut again.

Héctor debía vivir, porque su vida, pensé mientras retrocedía a gatas sobre la hierba, era el hito final antes de que corriera la sangre del mismísimo Aquiles.

Achilles' eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in darkness or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness.

Achilles' face went pale. "Is it certain?" This is what all mortals ask first, in disbelief, shock, fear. Is there no exception for me?

So the people went to Meleager, to beg him for his help. And— Achilles, are you listening?" "Yes, Father." "You are not. You are tormenting our poor Skops." I tried to look tormented.

His voice was remote, almost careless. "You would not be displeased, I think. With how you look now." -- Achilles to Patroclus

And I wanted to be able to listen, to digest bloody images, to paint them flat and unremarkable onto the vase of posterity. To release him from it and make him Achilles again

The Myrmidons, they had begun calling themselves, ant-men, an old nickname of honor. Another thing Achilles had had to explain to me: the legend of Zeus creating the first Phthians from ants.

It was easy to stay with them long and late, until I heard the creaking of the chariot, and the distant banging of bronze, and returned to greet my Achilles.

I have done it," she says. At first, I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. ACHILLES, it reads. And beside it, PATROCLUS. "Go," she says. "He waits for you.

Best of men. Best of the Myrmidons.

I felt sorry for the other kings who had to fight for their authority or wore it poorly, their gestures jagged and rough. With Achilles it was graceful as a blessing, and the men lifted their faces to it as they would a to priest.

Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven; think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable

Europe's enduring localism, which had been the weak link in Christendom, became in turn the Achilles heel of the dynastic state.

If I were Achilles I would put my foot in a f**k off block of concrete!

I will keep an eye on Diatribe, with her big talk and heroic gestures, to see with what force she will bring down my Achilles, when hitherto she has never managed to hit a common soldier, not even a Thersites, but she has shot her miserable self to pieces with her own weapons.

maybe his soul remembered. as we know. the ashes of Achilles and Patroklos were mingled in one urn. not even a god could sift the one from the other. Achilles has come back with his fierceness and his pride, and with Patroklos' feeling. each of them suffered for what he was; this boy will suffer for both.

Great Achilles. Brilliant Achilles, shining Achilles, godlike Achilles … How the epithets pile up. We never called him any of those things; we called him 'the butcher'.

How do you separate a tiger's beauty from its ferocity? Or a cheetah's elegance from the speed of its attack? Achilles was like that -- the beauty and the terror were two sides of a single coin.