Quotes About Love

ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed,

I have heard,' I said, 'that many find their trust in love.

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.

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 could follow, even into death. Yes , I whispered. Yes.

What had Deidameia thought would happen, I wondered, when she had her women dance for me? 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.

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

This, and this and this and this.

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.

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

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

Quise despertarle para verle abrir los párpados, un espectáculo del que nunca me cansaba a pesar de haberlo visto miles de veces.

Quella parola, "ninfa", misurava l'estensione e l'ampiezza del nostro futuro. Nella nostra lingua significava non solo "dea", ma "sposa".

A mio padre non è mai riuscito di immaginare il mondo privo della sua presenza.

Byli?my jak bogowie u zarania ?wiata, a nasza rado?? by?a tak promienna, ?e nie widzieli?my niczego poza sob? nawzajem.

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.

Comme dit le poète, Achille est la moitié de mon âme.

I know it's not popular to say. I know everybody's looking for some sexy marriage nowadays. But I was really happy with your father. I really loved having someone look out for me, having someone to look out for. Having someone to share my days with.

You care more for him in death than in life.

Ve con cuidado —me instó. —Lo haré. Había mucho más por decir, mas, por una vez, no lo dijimos. Habría otras ocasiones para hablar, por la noche, y al día siguiente, y todos los días venideros. Me soltó la mano.

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 for the loss of half my soul.

Patroclo —dice—, Patroclo, Patroclo. Lo repite una y otra vez hasta que la palabra es solo un sonido. Ulises se arrodilla y le insta a comer y beber. Le invade una ira feroz al oír eso y está a punto de matarle, pero para eso debería dejarme y no puede. Me sujeta con tanta fuerza que casi noto el latido de su corazón, como el aleteo de una mariposa. Es un eco, el último jirón de mi espíritu aún sujeto a mi cuerpo. Un suplicio.

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.