630 Quotes by Madeline Miller

All this while, I have been a weaver without wool, a ship without the sea. Yet now look where I sail.

His innocence could still frighten me.

It is mostly will. Will and work.

Two children he had had, and he had not seen either clearly. But perhaps no parent can truly see their child. When we look we see only the mirror of our own faults.

A moment passed, and I looked at her stained hands on the table before me.“And? Are you going to tell me? How goes your witchery?”She smiled her inward smile. “You were right. It is mostly will. Will and work.

How did it happen?”There was a piece of me that shouted its alarm: if you speak he will turn gray and hate you. But I pushed past it. If he turned gray, then he did. I would not go on anymore weaving my cloths by day and unraveling them again at night, making nothing. I told him the whole tale of it, each jealousy and folly and all the lives that had been lost because of me.

She wants you to be a god," I told him."I know." His face twisted with embarrassment, and in spite of itself my heart lightened. It was such a boyish response. And so human. Parents, everywhere.

I know it’s not popular to say. I know everybody’s looking for some sexy marriage nowadays. But I was really happy with your father. I really loved having someone look out for me, having someone to look out for. Having someone to share my days with.

How long would I cling to that handful of minutes, trying to cover myself as if with some threadbare blanket?