“I gaped at the cold shock of his beauty, deep-green eyes, features fine as a girl's. It struck from me a sudden,… — 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
“I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a… — 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
“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
“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 had kept away from him for so many reasons: his mother and my son, his father and Athena. Because I was… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Name one hero who was happy." I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Above us, the constellations spun and the moon paced her weary course. We lay stricken and sleepless as the hours passed.” — 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
The very dull truth is that writing love scenes is the same as writing other scenes - your job is to be… — 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
“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
“That is — your friend?" "Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“He looked different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight. I found myself wishing he would wake so that I might watch… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
People are people, whatever age they're living in. The circumstances may have changed - we go to war with planes instead of… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“The heat rose up my neck, wrapped fingers over my face. His hair fell around me, and I could smell nothing but… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“But then he was awake, his lips forming a half-sleepy greeting, and his hand was already reaching for mine. We lay there,… — 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
