Quotes About Devotion

He is half of my soul, as the poets say...

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me

when he was gone would i be like achilles, wailing over his lost lover patroclus? i tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. crying out for the loss of half my soul

Aquiles estaba lleno de gracia, como una bendición, y los hombres alzaban los rostros hacia él como los fieles se orientan hacía un sacerdote.

The only thing that was clear was Glaucos' face, his handsome brow and earnest eyes, wet a little from his griefs but smiling always when he looked at me.

HE WEEPS as he lifts me onto our bed. My corpse sags; it is warm in the tent, and the smell will come soon. He does not seem to care. He holds me all night long, pressing my cold hands to his mouth.

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

he would sail to troy and i would follow him, even into death

Briséis, lui répondis-je. S'il meurt, je le suivrai de près.

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.

I did not think-'' He could not say it, could not put all his hopes into the proper words. I did not think you could love me. I did not think I could be enough for you to stay. You are the earth, the sky, the sun and the stars and I cannot fathom all that you are, all that you mean to me.

I can be best for you," I said. "I can please you, I swear it. You will find none more loyal than me. I will do anything.

Had she really thought I would not know him? I 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.

Él mismo se encarga de recoger mis cenizas, incluso aunque eso sea tarea de mujeres. Las guarda en una urna dorada, la mejor de todo el campamento, y se vuelve a los griegos que le observan. —Os encomiendo una misión para después de mi muerte: mezclar nuestras cenizas y enterrarnos juntos.

He is half of my soul, as the poets say. He will be dead soon, and his honor is all that will remain.

Pourtant, certains disent que les amoureux sont fous.

As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong. 'Patroclus,' he said. He was always better with words than I.

It was not honor that made Meleager fight, or his friends, or victory, or revenge, or even his own life. It was Cleopatra, on her knees before him, her face streaked with tears. Here is Phoinix's craft: Cleopatra, Patroclus. Her name built from the same pieces as mine, only reversed.

I looked down at his thick, black hair, shining in the sunset light, his strong shoulders bowing low. This is what all those gods in our halls longed for, such worship. I thought perhaps he had not done it right, or more likely, I had not. All I wanted was to see his face again.

He fought to save you, and your darling reputation. Because he could not bear to see you suffer!

Jamás voy a dejarle. Será así siempre, hasta que él me abandone». -La canción de Aquiles (Madeline Miller)

Je ne le quitterai jamais. Je serai à lui pour toujours, autant qu'il voudra de moi.

He said, "Then we will go back. We will go back until you are satisfied." It was so simple. If you want it, I will do it. If it will make you happy, I will go with you. Is there a moment that a heart cracks?

In your love, my salvation lies.