Quotes from “The Song of Achilles” by Madeline Miller

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.
we have wrestled, my own skin smells like it.
He puts a hand down, to lean against. The muscles in his arms curve softly, appearing and disappearing as he moves. His eyes are deep green on mine.
My pulse jumps, for no reason I can name. He has looked at me a thousand thousand times, but there is something different in this gaze, an intensity I do not know. My mouth is dry, and I can hear the sound of my throat as I swallow.
He watches me. It seems that he is waiting.
I shift, an infinitesimal movement, towards him. It is like the leap from a waterfall. I do not know, until then, what I am going to do. I lean forward and our lips land clumsily on each other. They are
He is half of my soul, as the poets say. He will be dead soon, and his honor is all that will remain.
Some had a whole epic, others just a verse.
They lie in the dark and hate each other.
He pressed against me, crushing my lips to wine.
“If you have to go, you know I will go with you.”
We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake in this room loving him in silence.
“I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
I should have known better than to call upon the gods.
But is it not a sort of genius to cut always to the heart?
“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?”
“Perhaps,” Achilles admitted.
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.
ACHILLES, it reads. And beside it, PATROCLUS.
This and this and this.
This, I say. This and this.
“Have you no more memories?”
I am made of memories.
“Speak, then.”
We cannot bury one without the other.
Bury us, and mark our names above. Let us be free.
Achilles smiles as his face strikes the earth.
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