630 Quotes by Madeline Miller

Her voice was matter-of-fact. Loyal, songs called her later. Faithful and true and prudent. Such passive, pale words for what she was.

It was spring, and we were surrounded by the profusion of Anatolian fertility. For three weeks the earth would paint herself in every color, burst every bud, unfurl each rioting petal. Then, the wild flush of her excitement spent, she would settle down to the steady work of summer. It was my favorite time of year.

Humbling women seems to me a chief pastime of poets. As if there can be no story unless we crawl and weep.

He is lost in Agamemnon and Odysseus’ wily double meanings, their lies and games of power. They have confounded him, tied him to a stake and baited him. I stroke the soft skin of his forehead. I would untie him if I could. If he would let me.

The world is an unjust place.

Several things happened at once then. Achilles – for it was Achilles – dropped Deidameia’s hand and flung himself joyously at me, knocking me backwards with the force of his embrace.

I wanted to roll on the grass like a dog.

I had felt untouchable, filled with teeth and power.

Sorcery cannot be taught. You find it yourself, or you do not.