Back to one of my favorite kind of posts: the 10 favorite quotes from *insert book*. Last month I did a post like this but with quotes from The Night Circus. When I was browsing my bookshelves, I came across The Song of Achilles, remembered all the beauty and pain and gorgeous words and decided to make a top 10 quotes post. So buckle up, we’re going to experience a bunch of pain again. Oh, don’t we love being a reader?!
1. “I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”
2. “Name one hero who was happy.”
I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason’s children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus’ back.
“You can’t.” He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
“I know. They never let you be famous AND happy.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you a secret.”
“Tell me.” I loved it when he was like this.
“I’m going to be the first.” He took my palm and held it to his. “Swear it.”
“Because you’re the reason. Swear it.”
“I swear it,” I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes.
“I swear it,” he echoed.
We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned.
“I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
3. “We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.”
4. “He smiled, and his face was like the sun.”
5. “Patroclus, he says, Patroclus. Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only.”
6. “We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.”
7. “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.”
8. “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.”
9. “They leaned towards him, like flowers to the sun, drinking in his luster. It was as Odysseus had said: he had light enough to make heroes of them all.”
10. “He is half my soul, as the poets say.”