FastSaying

The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death.

Madeline Miller

Madeline Miller

achilleslovepatroclus

Related Quotes

The heat rose up my neck, wrapped fingers over my face. His hair fell around me, and I could smell nothing but him. The grain of his lips seemed to rest a hairsbreadth from mine.
— Madeline Miller
achilleslovepatroclus
He looked different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight.
— Madeline Miller
achillesbeautifullove
This is what Achilles will feel like when he is old. And then I remembered: he will never be old.
— Madeline Miller
achillesoldpatroclus
We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory.
— Madeline Miller
achillespatroclustragedy
Those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything at all. The sudden swoop of my stomach, the coursing anger. I was like a fish eyeing the hook.
— Madeline Miller
achillespatrochillespatroclus