Quotes About Love

The space beside me on the bed was empty, but the pillow still held the shape of him, and the sheets smelled of us both.

Yet at least what you loved, you fought for.

He is half of my soul, as the poets say. He will be dead soon, and his honor is all that will remain. It is his child, his dearest self. Should I reproach him for it? I have saved Briseis. I cannot save them all. I know, now, how I would answer Chiron. I would say: there is no answer. Whichever you choose, you are wrong.

and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room loving him in silence.

Such a constellation was he to me.

I will wait for you among the shades

When he was gone, would I be like Achilles sailing 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.

Don't you know?" she had said. "The gods love their monsters.

I thought of his eyes when he had spoken of Icarus, that pure, shining love. To my sister, it was no more than a tool, a sword to hang over his head and make him her slave.

Will you come with me?" he asked. The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death. "Yes," I whispered. "Yes.

That word, nymph, paced out the length and breadth of our futures. In our language, it means not just goddess, but bride.

Overhead, my aunt sailed, but I did not trouble with her anymore. She liked to watch lovers, and I had not been one of those for a long time. Perhaps I had never been.

But Athena had no babe, and she never would. Her only love was reason. And that has never been the same as wisdom.

How often in those days did I think of Odysseus' smiling child? I tried his trick, along with all the rest. Held my son's floppy body up into the air, promised him he was safe. He only screamed louder. Whatever made the prince Telemachus so sweet, I thought, it must have come from Penelope. This was the child I deserved.

I lifted my hand in blessing and gave my son to the world.

I loved this about him. No matter how many times I asked, he answered me as if it were the first time.

Aquiles solloza. Me acuna, no come ni pronuncia otra palabra que no sea mi nombre. Contemplo su rostro como si lo viera a través del agua, igual que un pez observa el sol. Vierte una catarata de lágrimas, pero yo no puedo enjugárselas. Este es mi elemento ahora: la media vida de un espíritu insepulto.

He is half my soul as the poets say. 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.

Grabé su rostro en mi mente, como se graban los sellos sobre la cera, para poder llevarlo siempre conmigo».

the never-ending ache of love and sorrow. perhaps in some other life i could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, made him face his choice alone. but not in this one. he would sail to troy and i would follow, even into death.

was like any dull ass who has ever loved someone who loved another. I thought: if only she were gone, it would change everything.

My ambivalence, of course, only encouraged him. Any challenge was a game, and any game a pleasure. If I had loved him, he would have been gone, yet my revulsion brought him back and back.

After I was born, he tried to keep me inside as much as he could.

She fell in love with him, and to save his life smuggled him a sword and taught him the way through the Labyrinth, which she had learned from Daedalus himself.