630 Quotes by Madeline Miller

Name one hero who was happy. You can’t.

No wonder I have been so slow, I thought. All this while, I have been a weaver without wool, a ship without the sea. Yet now look where I sail.

Less than a month we had spent together, yet he seemed to know me better than anyone who had ever walked the world.

When I was born, the word for what I was did not exist.

At Troy he found at last a scope to equal his abilities.

By the time we learn their names, they are dead. They must be meteors indeed to catch our attention. The merely good: you are dust to us.

This, I say. This and this. The way his hair looked in summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.

There are no bargains between lion and men. I will kill you and eat you raw.

The numbness now is merciful. A last few moments of it. Then, the fall.