630 Quotes by Madeline Miller

Have you no more memories?′ I am made of memories. The memories come, and come. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.

But in truth, it had been less a presence than an absence, a laying aside of dread:.

Fear of failure was the worst thing for any spell.

That’s the strangest of all. I look down at his blood and know my death is coming. But in the dream I do not mind. What I feel, most of all, is relief.

We cannot say. We are men only, a brief flare of the torch.

I had been old and stern for so long, carved with regrets and years like a monolith. But that was only a shape I had been poured into. I did not have to keep it.

As if he heard me, he smiled, and his face was like the sun.

It seemed absurd even to think of it, foolish and improbable as a dream is by dinner.

This was how I came to be ten, and an orphan. This is how I came to Phthia.