630 Quotes by Madeline Miller

Nothing she says has a single meaning, nor a single intention, yet she is steady. She knows herself.

He waits for you.

Transformation touched only bodies, not minds.

His eyes were brown and warm as summer earth. His words were simple. They had no art to them, which of course was also art. He always knew how to show himself to best advantage.

Yet because I knew nothing, nothing was beneath me.

Then, child, make another.

Every moment of my peace was a lie, for it came only at the gods’ pleasure. No matter what I did, how long I lived, at a whim they would be able to reach down and do with me what they wished.

Whichever you choose, you are wrong.

In grief, men must help each other, though they are enemies.