He weeps as he lifts me onto our bed. My corpse sags; it is warm in the tent, and the smell will come soon. He does not seem to care. He holds me all night long, pressing my cold hands to his mouth.
The song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
Later, Achilles sleeps next to me. Odysseus’ storm has come, and the course fabric of the tent wall trembles with its force. I hear the stinging slap, over and over, of waves reproaching the shore. He stirs and the air stirs with him, bearing the musk-sweet scent of his body. I think: This is what I will miss. I think: I will kill myself rather than miss it. I think: How long do we have?
The song of Achilles by Madeline Miller
Perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.
Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
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.
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.
The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller
Achilles’ eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by the flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness.
The Song of Achilles, Madeline Miller

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You know how when you see someone day in, day out, year after year, you don’t really notice him getting taller or wider or older or whatever? It can be like that with the way people are on the inside too.
Tim Tharp, Knights of the Hill Country (via quoted-books)
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