winterherny:

lit meme: ten series or books
v. the song of achilles by madeline miller

“Have you no memories?’
I   a m   m a d e   o f   m e m o r i e s.
‘Then speak.”

alyciajasmim:

Achilles, it reads. And beside it, Patroclus.

shelbv:

—- the song of achilles by madeline miller 

daji:

@novelsnet​ event 01: get to know the members — the song of achilles

❝ ‘Will you come with me?’ he asked.
The perhaps never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy, and I would follow even into death. ‘Yes,’ I whispered. ‘Yes.’ ❞

insp.

akivas:

books read in 2018 → 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.
If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth.
As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.
“Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.

august-landry:

“go,” she says. “he waits for you.”

posideon:

the song of achilles by madeline miler

                         ❝ he is half of my soul, as the poets say ❞

romantiser:

the song of achilles, madeline miller

mulch-diggums:

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me. If I had had words to speak such a thing, I would have. But there were none that seemed big enough for it, to hold that swelling truth. As if he had heard me, he reached for my hand. I did not need to look; his fingers were etched into my memory, slender and petal-veined, strong and quick and never wrong.
                            “Patroclus,” he said. He was always better with words than I.