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“«È evidente che lei conosce solo un modo per amare le cose: ci si butta a capofitto, le vede tutte rose e fiori. Come una ragazzina, appunto.»”
― Mirya, Di carne e di carta

“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

“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.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

“«Parla di Dante come se ne fosse innamorata. Il suo ragazzo non è geloso?»
[..] «Chi mai potrebbe essere geloso di un mucchietto di polvere?»”
― Mirya, Di carne e di carta