630 Quotes by Madeline Miller

I have given enough to them. I will not give them this.

Our goddess of the moon is gifted with magic, with power over the dead. She could banish the dreams, if she wished. She did not.

Did he know, or only guess at Achilles’ destiny? As he lay alone in his rose-colored cave, had some glimmer of prophecy come to him? Perhaps he simply assumed: a bitterness of habit, of boy after boy trained for music and medicine, and unleashed for murder.

I do not think anyone can say what is in someone else.

They never listened. The truth is, men make terrible pigs. In my chair by the hearth, I lifted my cup. “Sometimes,” I told him, “you must be content with ignorance.

Maybe her gods are kinder than ours, and she will find rest.

It was such a boyish response. And so human. Parents, everywhere.

Beautiful Scylla, dainty-doe Scylla, Scylla with her viper heart. Why had she done such a thing? It was not love, I had seen the sneer in her eyes when she spoke.

That old sickening feeling returned: that every moment of my life I had been a fool.