Great Goddesses - Life Lessons from Myths and Monsters

Maybe that's why you demonised them, turned them into monsters, because you think monsters are easier to understand than women who say no to you.

Why be a half-finished poem in some forgotten poet’s story, when one can be an odyssey in and of herself, part magic, part villain, part Goddess, part lover.

You are still the kindest thing that ever happened to me, even if that is not how our tale is told.

Does the night ever tire of the darkness? Does the sea ever tire of her own depths? Do the trees ever tire of their roots? Do mortals ever tire of looking for other mortals to call home?

Every woman is both match and spark, a light for each other from the dark.

I will take [my daughter] to the library, and introduce her to every librarian because they are where Athena lives now.

And when the burning inside your chest claws, insults you as forgotten, hideous, unloved every single night, you learn how to create iron, then a sword, and challenge those demons to a fight.

There is something moon-soaked and dawn flavoured about her.

Every love does not have to be made of desire. Some loves are kept for the people who stand by you through everything. Some soulmates are sisters not lovers. Some loves are for those who give you hope. And some for the strength, for wisdom, for dreams.

If a woman does not fit the shape of what you think a woman should, if a woman is not obedient, does not see things the way you do, if a woman is too independent to need anything more than herself, does she automatically become a threat filled with such terror to you?

Perfection in imperfection. Someone whose flaws work well with yours.

Zeus may have been the God of lightning and of thunder. But it was Hera who invented the rain

When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.

You are not made of paper. If you were, you would have turned to ash a long time ago.

Trauma isn’t going to win today. Remember how Daphne turned into the laurel tree? This is what you must do too. Form your own roots, feed from the earth that still loves you. Remember how.

It is easier to be hated than to face not being loved Easier to be angry than accept sadness

Did the girl choose magic, or does magic choose the girl?

She's a woman in love and is loved in return. That is a powerful thing.

People give abandonment many names to make themselves feel better. Apollo named his necessary. He called it ‘the lesser of two evils’. Artemis was more brutal. She named hers ‘freedom’.

You smell of death. Everything about you is an endless goodbye

does a heart that is rotted cease to be called a heart?

Love can never die, not completely. There were too many romantics, too many poets, too many places where lovers could meet and kisses could be shared.

seek no homes in other people's chests,

The old Gods may be ash and bone now, but in us they rise anew.

If hate is what made you, how does one replace it with love?

She does not have the power to heal as Apollo does, but she does have the capacity to turn them into something that heals itself. Warrior. Hold your monsters close. Turn them into your magic.

I know how to live with a blade and teach it not to make me bleed

All children are born equally innocent, but all children are not born equally loved.

There is a difference between holy and pure. Holy is also the way the anger boils inside our throats

What do you do when you see a love so pure, so completely unwavering other than bow to it?