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“But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“It was as if we found the still heart of the universe. Nothing moved except for us.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“Annabeth pushed over an easel. Architectural drawing scattered across the floor. 鈥淚 used to respect you. You were my hero! You鈥攜ou built amazing things. You solved problems. Now鈥 don鈥檛 know what you are. Children of Athena are supposed to be wise, not just clever. Maybe you are just a machine. You should have died two thousand years ago.”
― Rick Riordan, The Battle of the Labyrinth

“Daedalus had said to me once: Even the best iron grows brittle with too much beating.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“I'm looking for the labyrinth. The form that Dedalus gave me to the most disturbing question: How much of us is thought, reason, intellect... and how much delirium, hallucination, madness... and how much is a monster. The failure of every plan. A path with no way out.”
― Manuele Fior, Red Ultramarine

“Even a best iron grows brittle with too much beating”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“The air is not empty space to them, it is as solid as the earth to us, or water to a fish. It holds them up and it will hold us up.”
― Stephen Fry, Heroes: Mortals and Monsters, Quests and Adventures

“Escape may be checked by water and land,
but the air and the sky are free.”
― Edith Hamilton

“Daedalus took comfort in the baby Icarus, and I loved to see him walking about with the infant dandled in his arms, showing the oblivious child the flowers and the birds and the many wonders of the palace.”
― Jennifer Saint, Ariadne

“I had not fooled myself with false hope. I was a goddess, and he a mortal, and both of us were imprisoned. But I pressed his face into my mind, as seals are pressed in wax, so I could carry it with me.”
― Madeline Miller, Circe

“...The other picture is of three Europeans in India looking at a great new star in the milky way. These were apparently all of the guests at a large dance who were interested in such matters. Amongst those who were at all competent to form views as to the origin of this cosmoclastic explosion, the most popular theory attributed it to a collision between two stars, or a star and a nebula. There seem, however, to be at least two possible alternatives to this hypothesis. Perhaps it was the last judgement of some inhabited world, perhaps a too successful experiment in induced radioactivity the part of some of the dwellers there. And perhaps also these two hypotheses are identical, and what we were watching that evening was the detonation of a world on which too many men came out to look at the stars when they should have been dancing.”
― Haldane J B S

“How frustrated the impatient carpenter, whose tools have wings and free will.”
― Minoaristw

“I am like Icarus without wings. But the desire to fly was very strong in me. I think I was always looking for a Daedalus.”
― Sarah Dunant, The Birth of Venus