Quotes About Fate

He rolled onto his side to face me. A stray lock of gold fell half into his eyes; he blew it away. "My name is Achilles.

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

Go," she says. "He waits for you." In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.

Heracles would kill his wife again for a chance to come along.

Madeline Miller

I thought, This is what Achilles will feel like when he is old. And then I remembered: he will never be old.

ACHILLES, it reads. And beside it, PATROCLUS.

It is true. But there is more, and worse that he has not said." The words came tonelessly, as a statue would speak them. "If you go to Troy, you will never return. You will die a young man there.

There is no law that says the gods must be fair.

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

In our day, death was preferable.

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.

As it turned out, I did kill pigs that

Almost, I can imagine that this is my life, held in the sweet circle of her arms. I would marry her, and we would have a child. Perhaps if I had never known Achilles.

Achille fa scattare la mano per agguantare la spada e tagliarsi la gola. È solo quando la solleva vuota che ricorda: ha dato la spada a me.

For me these four years had been an abundance, time that had been wrested from the hands of the miserly fates. But for them it was a life stolen: from children and wives, from family and home.

His eyes opened. "Name one hero who was happy." I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back.

You have eked out ten more years of life, and I'm glad for you...You have made a fair run of blocking fate's path. But you cannot do it forever. The gods will not let you.

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.

But why did the madness come?" "The gods wished to punish him," Chiron answered.

Swear it. Why me? Because you're the reason.

I hope that Hector kills you" The breath rasps in his throat. "Do you think I do not hope the same?" he asks

Ve con cuidado mañana, eres el mejor de los hombres, el mejor de los mirmidones.

There is no must to the life of a mortal, except death.