“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I could not make him a god,' she says. Her jagged voice, rich with grief. But you made him.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles,' Chiron said. 'And perhaps it is a greater grief, after all, to… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I do not know this man, I think. He is no one I have ever seen before. My rage towards him is… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I have done it,' she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I will go,” he said. “I will go to Troy.” The rosy gleam of his lip, the fevered green of his eyes.… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“That is — your friend?" "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
Perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“He is a mortal,” she says. “And mortals die.” “I am a mortal!” he screams. “What good is godhead, if it cannot… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Chiron had said once that nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions. “No man is worth more than another, wherever he… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“This was a man who moved like the gods were watching: every gesture he made was upright and correct. There was no one else… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Briseis is kneeling by my body. She has brought water and cloth, and washes the blood and dirt from my skin. Her hands are… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
Odysseus inclines his head. "True. But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I would like to say that all the while I waited to break out, but the truth is, I'm afraid I might have floated… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“I gaped at the cold shock of his beauty, deep-green eyes, features fine as a girl's. It struck from me a sudden, springing dislike.… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
