Quotes by : Madeline Miller

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

I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has....

Name one hero who was happy."I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his....

He looked different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight.

He knew, but it was not enough. The sorrow was so large it threatened to tear through my skin. When he....

Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free.

He looked different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight. I found myself wishing he would wake so....

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

The never-ending ache of love and sorrow.

and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.