Achilles Quote by Madeline Miller Download Open image ““I could not make him a god,' she says. Her jagged voice, rich with grief. But you made him.”” — Madeline Miller ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.9 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Achilles Death Grief Loss Love Motherhood Patroclus The-song-of-achilles Thetis
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“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 gentle, as though she washes a baby, not a dead thing. Achilles opens the tent, and their eyes meet over my body. "Get away from him," he says. "I am almost finished. He does not deserve… — Madeline Miller Copy Share
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I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender,… — Madeline Miller Copy Share
“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
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“Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
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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
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