630 Quotes by Madeline Miller

Our mouths opened under each other, and the warmth of his sweetened throat poured into mine. I could not think, could not do anything but drink him in, each breath as it came, the soft movements of his lips. It was a miracle.

It was their favorite bitter joke: those who fight against prophecy only draw it more tightly around their throats.

Of course my flesh reaches for the earth. That is where it belongs.

I felt myself tremble, but I would not let him see it. Great gods smell fear like sharks smell blood, and they will devour you for it jus the same.

I have walked in the blackest deeps. You cannot guess what spells I have cast, what poisons I have gathered to protect myself against you, how your power may rebound upon your head. Who knows what is in me? Will you find out?

I failed him, yet he is a sweet wonder of this world.

Telemachus the Just,” I said. He smiled. “That’s what they call you if you’re so boring they can’t think of something better.

The ocean floor was sandy and soft as pillows. I settled into it and slept.

You chose her,” he says. “Over me.” “Over your pride.” The word I use is hubris. Our word for arrogance that scrapes the stars, for violence and towering rage as ugly as the gods.