Madeline Miller said this quote

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.

~ Madeline Miller

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

~ Madeline Miller

I found myself grinning until my cheeks hurt, my scalp prickling till I thought it might lift off my head. My tongue ran away from me, giddy with freedom. This, and this, and this, I said to him. I did not have to fear that I spoke too much. I did not have to worry that I was too slender, or too slow. This and this and this! I taught him how to skip stones, and he taught me how to carve wood. I could feel every nerve in my body, every brush of air against my skin.

~ Madeline Miller

And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.

~ Madeline Miller