47 Quotes About Troy

But the queen--too long she has suffered the pain of love,hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood,consumed by the fire buried in her heart. [...]His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and cling--no peace, no rest for her body, love will give her none.

Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?

I’d start by laying her down on my bed and undressing her. Slowly. Carefully. So she wiggled and stretched and soft pants escaped her lips. My hands would be all over her. My mouth, too. When she wore nothing but the blue scrap of lace between her legs, I’d take her wrists and cuff her hands to my bedpost.

the dank night is sweeping down from the skyand the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.

The signs of the old flame, I know them well.I pray that the earth gape deep enough to take me downor the almighty Father blast me with one bolt to the shades,the pale, glimmering shades in hell, the pit of night,before I dishonor you, my conscience, break your laws.

..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl...

...Troy itself was disappointingly small. Like little more than your ordinary city block and a few stories in height, practically.Although now that I remember, everything in William Shakespeare's house at Stratford-on-Avon was astonishingly tiny, too. As if only imaginary people had lived there then.Or perhaps it is only the past itself, which is always smaller than one had believed.

Hector was a fool when he thought he had killed Achilles. God will fool your enemies who thought of destroying you.

And overpowered by memoryBoth men gave way to grief. Priam wept freelyFor man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouchingBefore Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself,Now for his father, now for Patroclus once againAnd their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.