Quote by Madeline Miller Download Open image ““Prince Achilles! Aristos Achaion! As”” — Madeline Miller ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.3 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“And let Apollo drive Prince Hector back to battle, breathe power back in his lungs, make him forget the pain that racks his heart.… — Homer Copy Share Image
“You think Achilles was of impressive descent? Touch me one more time. Maybe it’s time we found out what the daughter of the mightiest… — Elisabeth Hewer Copy Share Image
“But you see, Crumb, it is hard to give up what you have worked at since you were a boy. There were some Italian… — Hilary Mantel Copy Share Image
“Presently, he looked at the people standing round and said, "You have leave to go." They bowed out. When the lads behind him started… — Mary Renault Copy Share Image
“Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.” — Madeline Miller Copy Share Image
“Akielon lines had begun to slip and falter. And their general wasn’t the King, it was the twenty-five year old Prince, holding the field.… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
“Sing, goddess, of Achilles' ruinous anger Which brought ten thousand pains to the Achaeans, And cast the souls of many stalwart heroes To Hades,… — Homer Copy Share Image
“This, the only occasion in the Iliad when furious Achilles smiles serves as a bittersweet reminder of the difference real leadership could have made… — Caroline Alexander Copy Share Image
“I don’t know how long after that day I discovered the Aristophanes play, set in the Temple of Nike, in which the warrior gives… — Phil Knight Copy Share Image
“Priam's eyes find the other body, mine, lying on the bed. He hesitates a moment. 'That is --- your friend?' 'Philtatos,' Achilles says, sharply.… — Madeline Miller 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
Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans. — Homer 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
