Imogen Shelly
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"Xmas present from Rob! Definitely not a book I would pick up myself, so it's interesting reading some of these lessons, the one that stood out to me was how you don't need a reason to see someone, see them to wish them a "happy Thursday". The Winnie the Pooh style is cute. I easily resonate with Taoism more than the other two mentioned in the book!" — Dec 26, 2022 09:33PM
"Xmas present from Rob! Definitely not a book I would pick up myself, so it's interesting reading some of these lessons, the one that stood out to me was how you don't need a reason to see someone, see them to wish them a "happy Thursday". The Winnie the Pooh style is cute. I easily resonate with Taoism more than the other two mentioned in the book!" — Dec 26, 2022 09:33PM
“I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch, he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you. My fears forgotten in the golden harbor of his arms.
The memories come, and come. She listens, staring into the grain of the stone. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.”
― The Song of Achilles
The memories come, and come. She listens, staring into the grain of the stone. We are all there, goddess and mortal and the boy who was both.”
― The Song of Achilles
“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”
― The Song of Achilles
― 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.”
― The Song of Achilles
"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.”
― The Song of Achilles
“When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”
― The Song of Achilles
― The Song of Achilles
“He is half of my soul, as the poets say.”
― The Song of Achilles
― The Song of Achilles
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