Achilles Quotes

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Madeline Miller
“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.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Madeline Miller
“That is — your friend?"
"Philtatos," Achilles replied, sharply. Most beloved.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Madeline Miller
“We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Madeline Miller
“I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Madeline Miller
“Achilles’ eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. “I wish he had let you all die.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Madeline Miller
“We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Madeline Miller
“When I am dead, I charge you to mingle our ashes and bury us together.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Madeline Miller
“I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch, he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you. My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.
The memories come, and come. She listens, staring into the grain of the stone. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Madeline Miller
“Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Madeline Miller
“Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Madeline Miller
“Achilles weeps. He cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Rick Riordan
“It will make you powerful. But it will also make you weak. Your prowess in combat will be beyond any mortal's, but your weaknesses, your failings will increase as well."

You mean I'll have a bad heel?" I said. "Couldn't I just, like, wear something besides sandals? No offense.”
Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian

Madeline Miller
“This is what Achilles will feel like when he is old. And then I remembered: he will never be old.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Madeline Miller
“I saw then how I had changed. I did not mind anymore that I lost when we raced and I lost when we swam out to the rocks and I lost when we tossed spears or skipped stones. For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty? It was enough to watch him win, to see the soles of his feet flashing as they kicked up sand, or the rise and fall of his shoulders as he pulled through the salt. It was enough.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Isaac Asimov
“Suppose that we are wise enough to learn and know—and yet not wise enough to control our learning and knowledge, so that we use it to destroy ourselves? Even if that is so, knowledge remains better than ignorance. It is better to know—even if the knowledge endures only for the moment that comes before destruction—than to gain eternal life at the price of a dull and swinish lack of comprehension of a universe that swirls unseen before us in all its wonder. That was the choice of Achilles, and it is mine, too.”
Isaac Asimov

Madeline Miller
“As for the goddess’s answer, I did not care. I would have no need of her. I did not plan to live after he was gone.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Madeline Miller
“He looked different in sleep, beautiful but cold as moonlight. I found myself wishing he would wake so that I might watch the life return.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Homer
“And overpowered by memory
Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely
For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching
Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself,
Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again
And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.”
Homer, The Iliad

Homer
“Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other's arms.”
Homer, The Iliad

Madeline Miller
“Perhaps he simply assumed: a bitterness of habit, of boy after boy trained for music and medicine, and unleashed for murder.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

P.C. Cast
“Christ on a cracker. You raped Achilles!”
P.C. Cast, Warrior Rising

Madeline Miller
“We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Homer
“But you, Achilles,/ There is not a man in the world more blest than you--/ There never has been, never will be one./ Time was, when you were alive, we Argives/ honored you as a god, and now down here, I see/ You Lord it over the dead in all your power./ So grieve no more at dying, great Achilles.’

I reassured the ghost, but he broke out protesting,/ ‘No winning words about death to me, shining Odysseus!/ By god, I’d rather slave on earth for another man--/ Some dirt-poor tenant farmer who scrapes to keep alive—than rule down here over all the breathless dead.”
The Odyssey

Madeline Miller
“The ship's boards were still sticky with new resin. We leaned over the railing to wave our last farewell, the sun-warm wood pressed against our bellies. The sailors heaved up the anchor, square and chalky with barnacles, and loosened the sails. Then they took their seats at the oars that fringed the boat like eyelashes, waiting for the count. The drums began to beat, and the oars lifted and fell, taking us to Troy.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Homer
“You've injured me, Farshooter, most deadly of the gods;
And I'd punish you, if I had the power.”
Homer, The Iliad

Friedrich Nietzsche
“It is always as it was between Achilles and Homer: one person has the experience, the sensation, the other describes it. A real writer only gives words to the affects and experiences of others; he is an artist in divining a great deal from the little that he has felt. Artist are by no means people of great passion, but they frequently present themselves as such, unconsciously sensing that others give greater credence to the passions they portray if the artist's own life testifies to his experience in this area. We need only let ourselves go, not control ourselves, give free play to our wrath or our desire, and the whole world immediately cries: how passionate he is! But there really is something significant in a deeply gnawing passion that consumes and often swallows up an individual: whoever experiences this surely does not describe it in dramas, music, or novels. Artists are frequently unbridled individuals, insofar, that is, as they are not artists: but that is something different.”
Friedrich Nietzsche, Human, All Too Human: A Book for Free Spirits

Louise Glück
“In his tent, Achilles grieved with his whole being and the gods saw he was a man already dead, a victim of the part that loved, the part that was mortal.”
Louise Glück, Triumph of Achilles

Ben Bova
“My first sight of the fabled warrior was a surprise. He was not a mighty-thewed giant, like Ajax. His body was not broad and powerful, as Odysseos'. He seemed small, almost boyish, his bare arms and legs slim and virtually hairless. His chin was shaved clean, and the ringlets of his long black hair were tied up in a silver chain. He wore a splendid white silk tunic, bordered with a purple key design, cinched at the waist with a belt of interlocking gold crescents... His face was the greatest shock. Ugly, almost to the point of being grotesque. Narrow beady eyes, lips curled in a perpetual snarl, a sharp hook of a nose, skin pocked and cratered... A small ugly boy born to be a king... A young man possessed with fire to silence the laughter, to stifle the taunting. His slim arms and legs were iron-hard, knotted with muscle. His dark eyes were absolutely humourless. There was no doubt in my mind that he could outfight Odysseos or even powerful Ajax on sheer willpower alone.”
Ben Bova

Madeline Miller
“She's like cream, she's that soft.
Once her thighs are around you, you'll forget your own name.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

Madeline Miller
“His gaze, which had been following the circling fruit, flickered to mine. I did not have time to look away before he said, softly but distinctly, “Catch.” A fig leapt from the pattern in a graceful arc towards me. It fell into the cup of my palms, soft and slightly warm. I was aware of the boys cheering.

One by one, Achilles caught the remaining fruits, returned them to the table with a performer’s flourish. Except for the last, which he ate, the dark flesh parting to pink seeds under his teeth. The fruit was perfectly ripe, the juice brimming. Without thinking, I brought the one he had thrown me to my lips. Its burst of grainy sweetness filled my mouth; the skin was downy on my tongue. I had loved figs, once.”
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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