630 Quotes by Madeline Miller

Because you’re the reason. Swear it.

No man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.

I do not know this man, I think. He is no one I have ever seen before. My rage towards him is hot as blood. I will never forgive him. I imagine tearing down our tent, smashing the lyre, stabbing myself in the stomach and bleeding to death. I want to see his face broken with grief and regret. I want to shatter the cold mask of stone that has slipped down over the boy I knew.

Frail she was, but crafty, with a mind like a spike-toothed.

What had Deidameia thought would happen, I wondered, when she had her women dance for me? Had she really thought I would not know him? I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

But I had been a stranger to myself, turned to stone for no reason i could name.

Tear down, I thought. Tear down and build again.

Let him.” He kneels, smooths back the hair on my forehead. I am wrapped in blankets, to muffle the smell.

We gods eat as we sleep: because it is one of life’s great pleasures, not because we have to.