Quotes by : Madeline Miller

But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart? 

Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.

Who was he if not destined for fame?

And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

Name one hero who was happy.

She wants you to be a god," I told him."I know." His face twisted with embarrassment, and in spite of....

For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty?

Exile might satisfy the anger of the living, but it did not appease the dead.

In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light....

We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory.