Quotes About Loyalty

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.

I learned to sleep through the day so that I would not be tired when he returned; he always needed to talk then, to tell me down to the last detail about the faces and the wounds and the movements of men. And I wanted to be able to listen, to digest the bloody images, to paint them flat and unremarkable onto the vase of posterity. To release him from it and make him Achilles again.

I would not care," I said. The words scrabbled from my mouth. "Whatever you became. It would not matter to me. We would be together." "I know," he said quietly, but did not look at me.

will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.

Madeline Miller

When I am dead, I charged you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.

Si tienes que ir, sabes que iré contigo.

Non vedevo i suoi lati peggiori. Anche al suo meglio non era un uomo facile. Ma mi è stato amico in un momento in cui ne avevo bisogno. - Strano pensare che una dea abbia bisogno di amici. - Tutte le creature che non siano pazze ne hanno bisogno.

Wie lustig, « fuhr sie fort, »dass du selbst nach so langer Zeit immer noch erwartest, dass man dich belohnt, nur weil du gehorsam warst. Ich dachte, du hättest diese Lektion im Palast unseres Vaters gelernt. Niemand war so unterwürfig und ein-faltig wie du, und trotzdem trat der mächtige Helios dich umso rascher mit Füßen, denn du kauertest ja bereits da unten.«

i will never leave him. it will always be this, for as long as he will let me.

If you have to go, I will go with you.

The gray-eyed maiden has ever been kind to me," Odysseus said, almost apologetically. "She knows why I am here; she blesses and guards my purpose.

You are a fool," she said. "Get down. Your halfwit death will not save him.

I see." The centaur turned to me. "And you, Patroclus? You are worthy?" I swallowed. "I do not know if I am worthy. But I wish to stay." I paused, swallowed again. "Please.

Come, I have fed you well. Will you tell me your names?" They looked up. Their eyes darted like ferrets to their leader. He rose, the bench scraping on the stone. "Tell us yours first." There was something in his voice. I almost said it then, the spell-word that would send them to sleep. But even after all the years that had passed, there was a piece of me that still only spoke what I was bid. "Circe," I answered.

Give us both peace. Burn me and bury me. I will wait for you among the shades.

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.

I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch , he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you . My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.

Patroclus," he said. He was always better with words than I.

If you have to go, I will go with you. My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.

I had to wait for my companion.

Tu m'as jeté en pâture aux corbeaux, mais il se trouve que je les préfère à toi.

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me

That night I lie in bed beside Achilles. His face is innocent, sleep-smoothed and sweetly boyish. I love to see it. This is his truest self, earnest and guileless, full of mischief but without malice. He is lost in Agamemnon and Odysseus' wily double meanings, their lies and games of power. They have confounded him, tied him to a stake and baited him. I stroke the soft skin of his forehead. I would untie him if I could. If he would let me.