Syd :)

“Men said she was the perfect vessel for evil to enter the world, but men are the ones who wrote the stories. Men wrote the myths down and called them history, and time has dragged them further from the truth. Pandora’s jar became a box. Eve’s pomegranate, an apple. All the details change but one: it is a woman with her hand on the door to Hell.”
― Trista Mateer, Aphrodite Made Me Do It

“Aphrodite tells me that love is like wine. If your cup is already full and you try to add more, it will just spill onto the carpet. Some people try and try and just stain everything. Their fingers are purple with want. She says you shouldn’t open a new bottle if you’re still holding onto an old one. I tell her I don’t drink anymore and she says to me, “You have to let something go. You carry too much in your heart. There’s no room for anything else.”
― Trista Mateer, Aphrodite Made Me Do It

“but Achilles mourned Patroclus the way a soul mourns a body.”
― Trista Mateer, Aphrodite Made Me Do It

“Like after a prairie fire. I saw one, years ago, when we were in Nebraska. It seems like the end of the world. The earth is all scorched and black and everything green is gone. But after the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow.” She held Izzy at arm’s length, wiped her cheek with a fingertip, smoothed her hair one last time. “People are like that, too, you know. They start over. They find a way.”
― Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere