“In hatred is love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.” — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul. — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
What keeps the democracy alive at all but the hatred of excellence; the desire of the base to see no head higher… — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
You can make an audience see nearly anything, if you yourself believe in it. — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
“I looked at him, tipping down the coarse wine like a man who expects to put up with worse. I felt I was looking… — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
“For I had felt too much and reasoned too little, hearing what I was ready to hear, not what had been said. There” — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
“Go in peace," I said to him; "bear no ill-will to me, for Necessity yields to no man: and do not complain of me… — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
There is only one kind of shock worse than the totally unexpected: the expected for which one has refused to prepare. — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
A man is at his youngest when he thinks he is a man, not yet realizing that his actions must show it. — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
“You mustn't get so upset about what you feel, Spud. No one's a hundred per cent consistent all the time. We might like to… — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
“It is better to believe in men too rashly, and regret, than believe too meanly. Men could be more than they are, if they… — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
“Hephaistion had known for many ages that if a god should offer him one gift in all his lifetime, he would choose this. Joy… — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
“It is the mark of little men to like only what they know; one step beyond, and they feel the black cold of chaos.” — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
“His mouth felt cold to mine ; he neither opened his eyes, nor spoke, nor moved. I said in my heart, "Too late I… — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
Love is a boaster at heart, who cannot hide the stolen horse without giving a glimpse of the bridle. — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
At the stair-foot Hephaistion was waiting. He happened to be there, as he happened to have a ball handy if Alexander wanted a game,… — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
