630 Quotes by Madeline Miller

His eyelids were the color of the dawn sky; he smelled like earth after rain.

My mind is filled with cataclysm and apocalypse: I wish for earthquakes, eruptions, flood. Only that seems large enough to hold all of my rage and grief. I want the world overturned like a bowl of eggs, smashed at my feet.

Often those men in most need hate most to be grateful, and will strike at you just to feel whole again.

There was violence in that room, with so many princes and heroes and kings competing for a single prize, but we knew how to ape civilization.

I would say, some people are like constellations that only touch the earth for a season.

He wanted to go. He had always wanted to go, from the moment he was born into my arms.

We are sorry, we are sorry. Sorry you were caught, I said. Sorry that you thought I was weak, but you were wrong.

Would I be skimmed milk or a harpy? A foolish gull or a villainous monster?

I can please you, I swear it. You will find none more loyal than me. I will do anything.” I do think he loved me a little. For before I could say the thousand humiliating things in my heart, all the proofs of passion I had hoarded, the crawling devotions I would do, I felt his power come around me. And with that same flick he had used upon the cushions, he sent me back to my rooms.