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achilles and patroclus / andromache and hector / odysseus and penelope

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he is half of my soul, as the poets say.

the song of achilles ― by madeline miller

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ya lit meme: [2/10] series or books  → the song of achilles by madeline miller

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

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get to know me: favorite quotes (1/?) → The Song of Achilles

he is half of my soul, as the poets say

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Is this how you review? 

@illustratedkate - did the original art work 

@iliadtexts - did the Odysseus text post

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In Ancient Greek we don’t say “I love you” we say “εἰ δὲ θανόντων περ καταλήθοντ’ εἰν Ἀΐδαο αὐτὰρ ἐγὼ καὶ κεῖθι φίλου μεμνήσομ' ἑταίρου.” which translates into “And though the dead forget the dead in the house of Hades, even there I shall still remember my beloved companion.” and I think that is beautiful.

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“I feel like I could eat the world raw”

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Okay but I just realized

In the Iliad, Achilles loved Patroclus to the point where Zeus had to intervene and restrain his rage because he knew that Achilles’ anger could defy fate and destroy Troy before it was meant to fall. 

Achilles’ rage at Patroclus’ death could elude fate itself. That’s how much he loved him.

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foreshadowing that will destroy you

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Understanding a line of foreshadowing so well that you have to stand up and walk around the house saying “shit shit shit shit shit” until you’re composed enough to go back. 

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- Achilles, The Song of Achilles

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There are no happy endings by Shel Silverstein

tsoa version

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― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

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“The sorrow was so large it threatened to tear through my skin. When he died, all things swift and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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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

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BOOKS READ IN 2015 | the song of achilles by madeline miller

He is half of my soul, as the poets say. He will be dead soon and his honor is all that will remain. It is his child, his dearest self. Should I reproach him for it? I have saved Briseis. I cannot save them all. I know, now, how I would answer Chiron. I would say: there is no answer. Whichever you choose, you are wrong.