630 Quotes by Madeline Miller

A look passed across her face. I might have called it rage, if it were not pointed so inward.

Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

When he talked, he was lawyer and bard and crossroads charlatan at once, arguing his case, entertaining, pulling back the veil to show you the secrets of the world. It was not just his words, though they were clever enough. It was everything together: his face, his gestures, the sliding tones of his voice. I would say it was like a spell he cast, but there was no spell I knew that could equal it. The gift was his alone.

Witchcraft transforms the world. He wanted only to join it.

The world is an ugly place. We must live in it.

It was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. It was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came.

He was no husband, scarcely even a friend. He was a poison snake, and I was another, and on such terms we pleased ourselves.

So that is what I must hope for then? That one day I will see my father in the underworld and he will be sorry?” It is better than some of us get. But I held my peace. He had a right to his anger, and it was not my place to try to take it.

It was their fate, as Prometheus had told me, the story that they all shared. No matter how vivid they were in life, no matter how brilliant, no matter the wonders they made, they came to dust and smoke.