“But as he looms over her, blocking out the sky, it seems that he is everything in the world, that he is bigger than that sky. He is too immense and too strong. There is nothing that Hera, the warrior who felled the Titans, can do to save herself.” FearPowerReflectionTragedyMythologyVulnerabilityHelplessnessIntimidation Book:Hera Source: Hera
“And so Asterion became the Minotaur. My mother's private constellation of shame intermingled with love and despair no longer; instead, he became my father's display of dominance to the world.” MythologyGreekGreek MythologyRetelling Book:Ariadne Source: Ariadne
“Asterion,' she told me. 'It means star.' Asterion. A distant light in an infinity of darkness. A raging fire if you came too close. A guide that would lead my family on the path to immortality. A divine vengeance upon us all. I did not know then what he would become. But my mother held him and nursed him and named him and he knew us both. He was not yet the Minotaur. He was just a baby. He was my brother.” MythologyGreekGreek MythologyRetelling Book:Ariadne Source: Ariadne
“When Athens loses its hold on its empire, Hera still sees Athena: a grey-feathered owl tilting its head in the town square where men debate philosophy and rationality, striving for sense and understanding; or else a flash of silver in the eyes of someone stacking another roll of papyrus in the public library, the teacher calling his students to lessons, or the woman demonstrating how the loom works to her attentive daughter. At the lush, rolling vineyards, she sometimes thinks she spots the laughing eyes of Dionysus in a jovial winemaker selling his wares. In the forests, she's convinced she catches a flash of Artemis, running in pursuit of a stag, or else she recognises her determined jawline in a defiant girl. In smoky forges, where blacksmiths wipe the sweat from their brows, she feels the patience of Hephaestus; and she is certain that Ares still runs wild on the battlefields, filling every fighter's heart with his destructive rage. Hestia is there, of course, in every kindly friend, at every welcoming hearth. She wonders where they see her - in rebellious wives, she hopes, in the iron souls of powerful queens, in resilient girls who find the strength to keep going.” CultureIdentityReflectionTraditionResilienceMythologyLegacyDivinitySymbolismFeminine Power Book:Hera Source: Hera
“She can be anyone. Vengeful Hera, wrathful Hera, the queen of the heavens, most long-suffering of wives and cruellest of punishers, will continue without her. She can slip away from the tethers of who she was, find a sweetness in love again, and, for the first time, belong to the world rather than commanding it.” LoveFreedomIdentityReflectionEmpowermentTransformationMythologyReinvention Book:Hera Source: Hera
“Lehet, hogy csak egy halandó élet hosszát tölthetjük együtt, de az teljességgel a miénk lesz, senki másé.” LoveMythology Book:Ariadne Source: Ariadne
“I missed the spread of the sky above me. Sometimes as I lay awake, I yearned so powerfully for freedom; for the dark silhouette of the Argo, blotting out the stars behind it; the promise of another journey and another land with every sunrise; thate resentment churned stomach, it's bile scolding my throat.” MythologyAtalanta Book:Atalanta Source: Atalanta
“I despised my father, of course I did. The thought of presenting myself to him, of him thinking that my deeds could reflect on him was repulsive, that he thought what I would do would be a substitute for the son he'd never had, that he imagined that I would go back and take that place. I flung the thin woolen blankets aside, thinking I would set out into the darkness, out run my anger until I was gasping and breathless. But somehow, my feet took me to Parthenopaeus..” MythologyGreek MythologyAtalanta Book:Atalanta Source: Atalanta
“When I could escape the tedium of my baby and seize a respite, I might take a walk by the city walls, wondering if I could muster the energy to fling myself from their height onto the rocky slopes below.” MotherhoodMythologyGreekDifficulties Book:Ariadne Source: Ariadne
“I was simply so tired. I felt like I no longer knew who I was. The competent queen who had juggled the needs of the city so expertly was now a slave to the relentless wailing from the crib.” MotherhoodMythologyGreekDifficulties Book:Ariadne Source: Ariadne