Circe

by Madeline Miller

They have wrinkles, but no wisdom.

I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer. Then, child, make another.

Such is the folly of humanity. Is it not our human tragedy that some men must be beaten like donkeys before they will see reason?

Children of gods always came to their strength faster than mortals. He would miss them when they were gone, I knew. But I would find something else for him. I would help him forget. I would say, some people are like constellations that only touch the earth for a season.

“Nothing is sure, we know that. But if I had to trust that a thing would be done, I would trust it to you.”