Achilles Quote by Madeline Miller Download Open image ““Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.”” — Madeline Miller ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.9 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Achilles Dead Name Patrochilles Patroclus Weeping
“When Achilles is most useful and loyal to you, that is when he has most certainly betrayed you”?” — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
“I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch, he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you. My fears forgotten in… — Madeline Miller Copy Share
“I will never give him the satisfaction of knowing how much he has wounded and enraged me. In my silence lies my strength.” — Alison Weir Copy Share Image
“Later Achilles would play the lyre, as Chiron and I listened. My mother's lyre. He had brought it with him. 'I wish I had… — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Because you have my heart, Virgilia Wessex.” Softly, almost achingly. “Every black ounce of it. Scars and all.” — V.S. Carnes Copy Share Image
“We were enemies to the core, more so now than ever, but my loss was his. When I suffered, he suffered. It was the… — Jennifer L. Armentrout Copy Share Image
“I am thinking of Achilles’ grief, he said. That famous, terrible, grief. Let me tell you boys something. Such grief can only be told… — Tobias Wolff Copy Share Image
“He wept bitter tears over the death of his enemy. It was his enemy, after all, who knew him best and kept him up… — Donna Lynn Hope Copy Share Image
“I was forged in the bowels of this hard world. Sharpened by hate. Strengthened by love. He is wrong. None of them will survive.” — Pierce Brown 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
Suppose that we are wise enough to learn and know-and yet not wise enough to control our learning and knowledge, so that we use… — Isaac Asimov Copy Share Image
“Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
There comes a point where certain things are becoming my Achilles heel; you know when you start repeating yourself and saying the same anecdotes… — Karen Elson Copy Share Image
To reveal imprudently the spot where we are most sensitive and vulnerable is to invite a blow. The demigod Achilles admitted no one to… — Sophie Swetchine Copy Share Image
Like Achilles, the hero who forgot his heel, or like Icarus who, flying close to the sun, forgot that his wings were made of… — Dwight Longenecker Copy Share Image
And overpowered by memory Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching Before Achilles' feet as… — Homer 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
When we consider the weak and nerveless periods of some literary men, who perchance in feet and inches come up to the standard oftheir… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
As the Cameroonian philosopher Achille Mbembe has presciently pointed out, neoliberal corporate globalism threatens to exploit that advantage like never before, and it seems… — Andre Naffis-Sahely Copy Share Image
At Achilles tomb, O fortunate youth, to have found Homer as the herald of your glory! — Alexander the Great Copy Share Image