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Death’s Brother is the name that poets give to sleep. For most men those dark hours are a reminder of the stillness that waits at the end of days.
Circe, written by Madeline Miller

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He was not so easy and even as he pretended. Living with him was like standing beside the sea. Each day a different color, a different foam-capped height, but always the same restless intensity pulling towards the horizon.
Circe, written by Madeline Miller
“When there is rot in the walls, there is only one remedy.” The purple bruise at my throat was turning green at its edges. I pressed it, felt the splintered ache. Tear down, I thought. Tear down and build again.
Circe, written by Madeline Miller
courage is not a matter of age, but true-made spirits
Circe, written by Madeline Miller
This was how mortals found fame, I thought. Through practice and diligence, tending their skills like gardens until they glowed beneath the sun.
Circe, written by Madeline Miller

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The grudges of gods are as deathless as their flesh.
Circe, written by Madeline Miller
But perhaps no parent can truly see their child. When we look we see only the mirror of our own faults.
Circe, written by Madeline Miller
Give me the honest asp, who strikes me if I trouble him and not before.
Circe, written by Madeline Miller
He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.
Circe, written by Madeline Miller
...I found a new thought in myself. I am embarrassed to tell it, so rudimentary it seems, like an infant’s discovery that her hand is her own. But that is what I was then, an infant. The thought was this: that all my life had been murk and depths, but I was not a part of that dark water. I was a creature within it.
Circe, written by Madeline Miller

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How many of us would be granted pardon if our true hearts were known?
Circe, written by Madeline Miller
I will not be like a bird bred in a cage, I thought, too dull to fly even when the door stands open.
Circe, written by Madeline Miller
I would say, some people are like constellations that only touch the earth for a season.
Circe, written by Madeline Miller
The words slid into me, smooth as a polished knife.
Circe, written by Madeline Miller
“Sweet son," I said "you are right, this world is a wild and terrible place, and worth shouting at. But you are safe now, and all of us need to sleep. Will you let us have a little peace?”
Circe, written by Madeline Miller

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This is the grief that makes our kind choose to be stones and trees rather than flesh.
Circe, written by Madeline Miller
I had felt untouchable, filled with teeth and power.
Circe, written by Madeline Miller