The Lost Sisterhood

Only weak men want women to be weak.

He always says that those who control the present can rewrite the past.

We are the Amazons" said Myrina."We are the killers of beasts and men. Wild ourselves, we inhabit the wild places. Freedom courses in our blood, and death whispers at the tip of our arrows. We fear nothing, fear runs from us. Try to stop us, and you will feel our rage.

It is madness. But sometimes, madness is the only path forward.

If you must, go and frolic with a herdsman under a starry, sky, but do not attempt to share his daylight. For the sun works on men as an elixir- it blears their eyes to the worth of women and makes them dare to think they should rule over us.

To me, there is only one God. An unnamed presence we'll never understand. Everything else is human politics. It was human beings who wrote the holy books, and human beings who made all the rules and rituals. In other words, it is human beings who turn life into hell. So yes'--he picked up his wine glass--'I try to live by the spirit of God, but not by the rules, because rules are made by man, and man is nothing but a fatally conceited flea on the mammoth of Creation.

Knowledge can be a dangerous thing—” “Not as dangerous as ignorance.

Never give up. Goodness will always outrun evil in the end.

As you say, nature taunts us with our weaknesses. Myrina took Klito by the shoulders, 'It is not a taunt, but a challenge.

I will say to you what the scientists say about the small particles in the universe: I can't show you where they are, I can only show you where they were.

So now you know why I think all talk of borders and colors and nationalities is absurd. People try to pin you down on a map and paint you a certain color to make everything simple. But the world is far from simple, and intelligent human beings don't like to be pinned down and painted by some hand in the sky, whether it belongs to a god, a priest, or a politician.

You are too kind, and I am unused to it. For your own sake, do not stroke my misery. It knows not how to respond, but with a vicious bite.

Remember: women may not be too weak To strike a blow. -Sophocles, Electra

I don’t know where I will be when you read this, but if I can, I will find you and whisper in your ear. The first thing I will whisper is this: Never give up. Goodness will always outrun evil in the end.

Paris shook his head."Do you think I would teach just anyone to fight me to the death? I want you to be my wife. My one and only wife.

But are you not fond of me?" Paris looked up, his eyes full of reproach."Fond of you? Myrina you are my queen. I want you more than I want life itself.

He did not speak; merely looked at her with an expression she had seen traces of before but never fully understood until that moment. It was more apology than accusation---a dark stare of acknowledgment that told her he had long since seen his own fate in her actions, and had long since ceased to hold her responsible.

You can tease it's mane all you like, but you can't turn a house cat into a lion.

ask yourself this: Who is more amateurish, more vulnerable—those who rely on machines that need to be plugged in, or logged on, or in some other way connected in order to be more than a useless slab of plastic … or those who have learned to master life without?

Only kings are put in writing, you know. Kings and heroes. The rest of us are but fading echoes in the valley of eternity.

You think you are stronger than Fate? We are all cups, and our destiny is poured according to measures we cannot understand, cannot influence.

What’s rule number two?” Granny stopped, her hands on the back of a chair, and looked straight at me. “Always make sure,” she said, slowly, to ensure I paid attention, “that they underestimate you. That is the key.

A nation of sheep will beget a government of wolves.

Why must a woman always surrender? I am not prey!" "No I am. Your arrow struck me long ago." Paris took her hand and placed it on his chest."Right here. And every time I try to pull it out." He used her hand to demonstrate. "You force it back in.

Fear not! I would rather tear the heart from your bosom than take your bow, for I believe you would miss it less.

My consolation--- is that, in one short month, you gave Paris more love than most people find in a lifetime. He was as happy as a man could be, he told me so himself. No grumpy old age for him, wondering why the pleasures of the world had passed him by. Although young, he had his fill, and he knew it.

But then, as Myrina knew only too well, it is the loss of hope that kills the prey---the loss of will to keep struggling.

Neeta showed us there can be as much virtue in the things we do not do as on those we do.

We are now left to choose between danger and regret, neither of which can restore the lives we have lost.