Love is a boaster at heart, who cannot hide the stolen horse without giving a glimpse of the bridle.
Mary RenaultChange is the sum of the universe, and what is of nature ought not to be feared. But one gives it hostages, and lays one's grief upon the gods. Sokrates is free, and would have taught me freedom. But I have yoked the immortal horse that draws the chariot with a horse of earth; and when the one falls, both are entangled in the traces.
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