Quotes About Friendship

hated him so much I could not speak. He leaned forward in his chair. "May I give you some advice? If you are truly his friend, you will help him leave this soft heart behind. He's going to Troy to kill men, not rescue them." His dark eyes held me like swift-running current. "He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

No hay honor en traicionar a los amigos.

Later Achilles would play the lyre, as Chiron and I listened. My mother's lyre. He had brought it with him. 'I wish I had known,' I said the first day, when he had showed it to me. 'I almost did not come, because I did not want to leave it.' He smiled. 'Now I know how to make you follow me everywhere.

He rolled onto his side to face me. A stray lock of gold fell half into his eyes; he blew it away. "My name is Achilles.

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Si tienes que ir, sabes que iré contigo.

Non vedevo i suoi lati peggiori. Anche al suo meglio non era un uomo facile. Ma mi è stato amico in un momento in cui ne avevo bisogno. - Strano pensare che una dea abbia bisogno di amici. - Tutte le creature che non siano pazze ne hanno bisogno.

I yanked my gaze to Odysseus and Diomedes and was horrified to see them smiling. "Greetings, Prince Achilles," Odysseus said. "We've been looking for you.

then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S. 'Go,' she says. 'He waits for you.

If you have to go, I will go with you.

ACHILLES, it reads. And beside it, PATROCLUS.

When we opened the front door, we found Elpenor sprawled upon the flagstones. He had fallen from my roof at last. We gazed down at his bluing lips, the ugly angle of his neck.

we were only twelve, too young to brood.

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

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.

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

I had to wait for my companion.

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

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.

But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.

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.

Well. We are settled then." He turns to go, stops. "I was sorry to hear of Patroclus' death. He fought bravely today. Did you hear he killed Sarpedon?" Achilles' eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. "I wish he had let you all die.

I yanked my gaze to Odysseus and Diomedes, and was horrified to see them smiling. 'Greeting, Price Achilles,' Odysseus said. 'We've been looking for you.

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.