Quotes About Loss

I was a grey space filled up with nothing but air. What could I say? One of us must grieve. I would not let it be him.

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.

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.

If he turned gray, then he did. I would not go on anymore weaving my cloths by day and unraveling them again at night, making nothing.

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.

i did not care. i would have no need of her. i did not plan to live after he was gone.

I lay on the dirt, weeping. Those flowers had made him his true being, which was blue, and finned, and not mine. I thought I would die of such pain, which was not like the sinking numbness Aeëtes had left behind, but sharp and fierce as a blade through my chest. But of course I could not die.

Qué era lo que más quería? - Su amante, Patroclo. No me apreciaba mucho, pero también es cierto que los buenos guerreros nunca me aprecian. Aquiles enloqueció tras su muerte; o estuvo a punto de enloquecer.

I saw then how I had changed. I did not mind anymore that I lost when we raced and I lost when we swam out to the rocks and I lost when we tossed spears or skipped stones. For who could be ashamed to lose to such beauty? It was enough to watch him win.

And then I remembered, he will never be old.

Everything they reach for slips from their grasp." A chill shivered across my skin. "How do they bear it?" "As best they can.

not when I stood in his blood.

Philtatos" He said sharply. Most beloved "Best of men and slaughtered by your son.

When he died, all things swift and beautiful and bright would be buried with him. I opened my mouth, but it was too late. "I will go," he said. "I will go to Troy." The

They have wrinkles, but no wisdom. I took them to war before they could do any of those things that steady a man. They were unmarried when they left. They had no children. They had no years of lean harvest, when they must scrape the bottom of their stores, and no good years either, that they might learn to save. They have not seen their parents grow old and begin to fail. They have not seen them die. I fear I have robbed them not only of their youth but their age as well.

A dozen times grief had scorched, but its fire had never burned through my skin.

But there was something else, less easy to name. A loss, or lessening, that I feared her presence might bring.

The heavy knowledge: my father is dead. He would wake up with that thought for a long time, I knew.

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.

As for the goddess' answer, I did not care. I would have no need of her. I did not plan to live after he was gone

What should I do?" he whispered. The slightest tremor, over the still water of her face. "Do not ask me to choose," she said. And vanished.

Her mouth tightens. 'Have you no more memories?'

coloro che erano morti avrebbero continuato a vivere almeno nel ricordo

There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles," Chiron said. "And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?" "Perhaps," Achilles admitted. I listened and did not speak. Achilles' eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness