Love is a boaster at heart, who cannot hide the stolen horse without giving a glimpse of the bridle.
Mary RenaultAlexander, of whom men tell many legends, lived by his own. Achilles must have Patroklos. He might love his Briseis; but Patroklos was the friend till death. At their tombs in Troy, Alexander and Hephaistion had sacrificed together. Wound Patroklos, and Achilles will have your blood.
Mary RenaultThere is only one kind of shock worse than the totally unexpected: the expected for which one has refused to prepare.
Mary RenaultIn hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
Mary Renault