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“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.”
― Oscar Wilde

“Knowledge is power is time is money.”
― Robert Thier, Storm and Silence

“Life is not about living the safer option. Life is about living a life worth living.”
― Robert Thier, Storm and Silence

“Only stupid men would want stupid wives!”
― Robert Thier, Storm and Silence

“Marriage is supposed to be a union between two equals who love and support each other, not a master-slave relationship in which the man commands a docile woman.”
― Robert Thier, Storm and Silence

“I would prefer a sword to fight duel, but a pen to plan a war.”
― Robert Thier, Storm and Silence

“Then don't you dare tell me my dreams are insane! Because my dreams are what I live for!”
― Robert Thier, Storm and Silence

“You are my little Ifrit.' His voice travelled up to me right through his chest, deep and strong. 'How could I possibly say no?”
― Robert Thier, Silence is Golden

“I am not a man who often expresses is emotions, Miss Linton."

"You don't say?"

"But I must admit I was... somewhat concerned for you."

I had to work hard to keep a smile from my face."

"Somewhat concerned? Dear God, really?"

Abruptly, he turned to me, his eyes blazing with cold fire. "Dammit! Do not joke, Miss Linton!"

I looked up at him, the picture of innocence drawn by a five-year-old with absolutely no artistic talent. "I wouldn't dare!"

Stepping towards me, he reached out, until one of his hands gently touched my cheek. "I..." He swallowed, and tried again. "I might be slightly... irrationally infatuated with you."

Warmth spread deep inside me. And on my face, a grin did. "Irrationally infatuated? Dear me!"

His jaw clenched. "All right, all right! I may even have certain... impulses towards you that border on caring about you."

"You don't say?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, I am so glad to hear that you feel a certain amount of friendship towards me."

His dark gaze pierced me accusingly. But I was enjoying this far too much to stop. I wouldn't make it easy for him.

"Friendship is not the right word, Miss Linton," he bit out between clenched teeth, every word like a shard of burning ice. "My impulses towards you... they might go slightly beyond the platonic."

"Oh, so they are Aristotelian?"

"Mr Lin-" He swallowed, hard. "I mean Miss Linton, we are not discussing philosophy here!"

I batted my eyelashes at him. "Indeed? Then pray tell, what are we discussing?"

"I... I..."

"You can say it, you know," I told him. "The word isn't poisonous."

"I... have feelings towards you."

"Clearly. I knew that from the first day from the way you shouted at me and pelted me with threats."

"Not those kinds of feelings!"

"What kind, then?"

"I feel... affection towards you."

"You're nearly there," I encouraged him, my smile widening. "Just four little letters. The word starts with L. Go on. You can do it."

"You're enjoying this, Miss Linton, aren't you?"

"Very much so."

"Oh, to hell with it!"... His mouth took mine in a fast, fierce, bruising kiss... Finally he broke away, and with the remnants of his breath whispered: "I love you!”
― Robert Thier, Silence Breaking

“I'm an ifrit! What's a bit of snow to me? Let's fly on wings of fire!”
― Robert Thier, Silence Breaking

“You are worth it! You may be a stubborn, chauvinistic, cold-hearted, ruthless, self-righteous son of a bachelor-"

"Don't flatter me too much, Miss Linton."

"-but you're a good man. Well, to me, anyway. Sometimes. Mostly."

"Are you quite sure that you are in love with me?"

"Yes!"

"Just checking.”
― Robert Thier, Silence Breaking

“The first dance for the first woman I knew, the last one for the last. You may not have been the first woman in my life, Miss Linton - but I promise you, you will be the last. There won't be anyone else as long as I live.”
― Robert Thier, Silence Breaking

“Because anything I give away is a weapon that can be used against me. But when you're close... I want to have things I never knew I needed. And I want to give parts of myself away I never knew I had.”
― Robert Thier, Hunting for Silence

“Oh, come on! We’re at the top of a church, hundreds of yards away from anyone, in a city where the people don’t speak English! Even if I’m wearing trousers, I think you could call me Lillian without risking a scandal, don’t you?’

‘No.’ Still, he would not look at me. ‘I can’t. Because if I were to call you Lillian, if I’d let myself think and feel what you really are to me, I would do something that would cause a scandal. Especially in a church.”
― Robert Thier, Hunting for Silence

“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

“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 can't."
"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."
"Why me?"
"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.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“We were like gods at the dawning of the world, & our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“I am made of memories.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“He smiled, and his face was like the sun.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“I have done it," she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S.
"Go," she says. "He waits for you."

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

“This, I say. This and this. The way his hair looked in summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles,” Chiron said. “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender, or too slow. This and this and this! I taught him how to skip stones, and he taught me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“There was more to say, but for once we did not say it. There would be other times for speaking, tonight and tomorrow and all the days after that. He let go of my hand.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“Bring him back to me,' he told them.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“For the two of us, home isn't a place. It is a person. And we are finally home.”
― Stephanie Perkins, Anna and the French Kiss