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“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

“It is not the perfect, but the imperfect, who have need of love.
It is when we are wounded by our own hands that love should come to cure us.
Else what use is love at all?”
― Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband

“Achilles’ eyes lift. They are bloodshot and dead. “I wish he had let you all die.”
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles