Quotes About Identity

Have you no more memories?' 'I am made of memories.

We are all there, goddess and mortal, and the boy who was both.

I'm made of memories

To release him from it and make him Achilles again.

The thought was this: that all my life had been murk and depths, but I was not a part of that dark water. I was a creature within.

I lifted my chin, so they would know I was a man of some importance. I had worn the finest tunic I could find—one of Achilles'.

You have always been the worst of my children,' he said. 'Be sure to not dishonor me.' 'I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.

Und wie lautete dieser Gedanke? Dass mein ganzes Leben bisher aus trüben und tiefen Wassern bestanden hatte, aber dass ich nicht Teil dieser dunklen Fluten war. Ich war ein Geschöpf, das darin lebte.

It was a sort of rage, a knife I used upon myself. I did it to prove my skin was still my own.

Tu n'es pas défini par tes origines. Ne le laisse pas t'entraîner dans sa chute.

Zwei Kinder hatte er gehabt, und keins davon hatte er klar erkannt. Aber vielleicht können Eltern ihre Kinder nicht wirklich sehen. Wenn wir hinsehen, sehen wir nur das Spiegelbild unserer eigenen Fehler.

But I had been a stranger to myself turned to stone for no reason I could name.

Aquiles se sonrojó como si le hubieran abofeteado. Una cosa era llevar un vestido, impelido por la necesidad, y otra muy distinta que todos lo supieran. Nuestro pueblo reservaba los más feos apelativos para los hombres que actuaban como mujeres; semejantes insultos habían provocado la pérdida de muchas vidas.

We were all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.

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.

Fue extraño, pero me descubrí intentando no ser una decepción para él

Je le reconnaîtrais rien qu'au toucher, ou à son odeur, je le reconnaîtrais si j'étais aveugle, aux seuls bruits de sa respiration et de ses pas martelant le sol. Je le reconnaîtrais dans la mort, à la fin du monde.

But there was a line of rallied Greeks behind me screaming my name. His name. I did not stop.

Patroclus." Achilles did not slur my name, as people often did, running it together as if in a hurry to be rid of it. Instead, he rang each syllable: Pa-tro-clus.

We are all made of memories

Estoy hecho de recuerdos I am made of memories

Her mouth tightens. "Have you no more memories?" I am made of memories. "Speak, then.

But that was only a shape I had been poured into. I did not have to keep it

We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. Who knows?' He smiles. 'Perhaps one day even I will be famous. Perhaps more famous than you.