Quotes About Love

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

Sevmemi? olanlar, hayatlar? ac? ve deh?etle geçmi? olanlar içinse insan?n içip unutabilece?i kara nehir Lethe vard?. Bir parça teselli.

It softened him. This was a more pleasing tale: the princess swooning at his feet, forswearing her cruel father to be with him. Coming to him at night, in secret, that face of hers the only light. Who could say no?

Wrong," he said. "A happy man is too occupied with his life. He thinks he is beholden to no one. But make him shiver, kill his wife, cripple his child, then you will hear from him. He will starve his family for a month to buy you a pure-white yearling calf. If he can afford it, he will buy you a hundred.

I know. They never let you be famous and happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret". "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this. "I'm going to be the first". He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it". "Why me?" "Because you're the reason. Swear it.

Daedalus did not long outlive his son. His limbs turned grey, and all his strength was transmuted into smoke. I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation he was to me.

Pourtant, certains disent que les amoureux sont fous.

His voice then was like a balm upon my raw skin. I yearned for his hands, for all of him, mortal though he was, distant and dying though he would always be.

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.

I found his hair between my fingers.

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.

And she wished him to be a god. She had spoken it so simply, as if it were obvious. A god. I could not imagine him so. Gods were cold and distant, far off as the moon, nothing like his bright eyes, the warm mischief of his smiles.

I wished I were a real goddess so I could give him whales upon a golden plate, and he would never let me go.

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!

You have never deserved him. I do not know why he ever loved you. You care only for yourself!

This and this and this

As if he heard me, he smiled, and his face was like the sun. - The Song of Achilles

i would know him in death, at the end of the world

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.

Name one hero who was happy...You can't.' He was sitting up now, leaning forward. 'I can't.' 'I know. They never let you be famous and happy.' He lifted an eybrow. 'I'll tell you a secret.' 'Tell me.' I loved it when he was like this. 'I'm going to be the first.' He took my palm and held it to his. 'Swear it.' 'Why me?' 'Because you're the reason. Swear it.

Dirasakannya cintanya, cinta yang mudah, sederhana dan bermaksud baik. Dan ia tak sampai hati melukainya. Bagaimana mungkin ia bisa berfikir, berkata terhadap cinta yang tidak rumit ini.

In your love, my salvation lies.