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“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“There was a sort of innocence to him, I thought. I do not mean this as poets mean it: a virtue to be broken by the story's end, or else upheld at greatest cost. Nor do I mean that he was foolish or guileless. I mean that he was only made of himself, without the dregs that clog the rest of us. He thought and felt and acted, and all these things made a straight line. No wonder his father had been so baffled by him. He would have been always looking for the hidden meaning, the knife in the dark. But Telemachus carried his blade in the open.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“Nature is magic, Medea, and magic is nature. It is the rawest essence of our world, a power infused by the divine when they created it. It sings through Gaia’s veins, but only few can hear it, only those Hecate allows. Listen.”
― Rosie Hewlett, Medea

“I believed myself worthless, and that belief drove me to seek validation from whomever I could grasp hold of, as if their love would prove I was enough.
But I have always been enough.
And I no longer wish to destroy what I am to create a version of myself this world will accept.”
― Rosie Hewlett, Medea

“Beauty exists everywhere in the world. Love resides in all of us. That' the point. I only... I only want to deepen that. Show that there can be-- that there should be-- substance in it all...
There is love in caring for the sick, the weak, the ugly. A wilting flower holds just as much splendor as one on the cusp of opening. People are so quick to idolize the fresh and the new. They fetishize it...Why should we celebrate one without the other?”
― Erin A. Craig, House of Roots and Ruin

“True power comes from freedom, and the ability to survive what befalls us.”
― Sophie Keetch, Morgan Is My Name

“Then he kissed me, and I kissed him, deeply, fervently, endless, until we were all there was.”
― Sophie Keetch, Morgan Is My Name

“We were water then, fluent, indivisible; a lake in a rainstorm, rippling with life; a waterfall colliding with itself in tumult and thrill; a river in spring thaw, wild and unceasing, rushing to meet the salt embrace of the sea.”
― Sophie Keetch, Morgan Is My Name