“I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S."Go," she says. "He waits for you."In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
“I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S."Go," she says. "He waits for you."In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.”
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“I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender, or too slow. This and this and this! I taught him how to skip stones, and he taught me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles“Above us, the constellations spun and the moon paced her weary course. We lay stricken and sleepless as the hours passed.”
Madeline Miller“and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.”
Madeline Miller“I came across 'The Song of Achilles' by Madeline Miller in one of the most romantic ways one can find a story. I was digging through a pile of used books at my local library when my hand gravitated toward its brilliant teal and glistening gold cover.”
Taylor Jenkins Reid“Name one hero who was happy.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles“Who was he if not destined for fame?”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles“He is half of my soul,as the poets say.”
Madeline Miller The song of achilles“Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles“Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles“When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.”
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