“You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.” — 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
“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
He is a weapon, a killer. Do not forget it. You can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles,” Chiron said. “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to… — 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
“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
“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
