Eros And Psyche Quotes

The story of Psyche finally made sense to him- why a mortal girl would be so afraid. Why would she risk breaking the rules to look the god of love in the face, because she feared he might be a monster. Psyche had been right. Cupid was a monster. Love was the most savage monster of all.

Poor Nico di Angelo. The god's voice was tinged with disappointment. Do you know what you want, much less what I want? My beloved Psyche risked everything in the name of Love. It was the only way for her to atone for her lack of faith. And you- what have you risked in my name? "I've been to Tartarus and back," Nico snarled. "You don't scare me." I scare you very, very much. Face me. Be honest.

There is one Psyche for every Eros, an Elizabeth for every Darcy, and an Abby for every Travis.

I think Eros should be dirty. In Greek legend, as I'm sure you are aware, he fell in love with the minor deity Psyche. It was the Greek way of saying that, in spite of what it may believe, Love pursues the Soul, not the body; the Erotic desires the Psychic. If Love was clean and wholesome he wouldn't lust after Psyche.

Psyche did not think the feeling running through her could exist, it was too powerful, too profound and pierced her soul in a way that was a beautiful agony.

The psyche cannot tolerate a vacuum of love. In the severely abused or deprived child, pain, dis-ease, and violance rush in to fill the void. In the average person in our culture, who has been only "normally" deprived of touch, anxiety and an insatiable hunger for posessions replace the missing eros. The child lacking a sense of welcome, joyous belonging, gratuitous security, will learn to hoard the limited supply of affection. According to the law of psychic compensation, not being held leads to holding on, grasping, addiction, posessiveness. Gradually, things replace people as a source of pleasure and security. When the gift of belonging with is denied, the child learns that love means belongin to. To the degree we are arrested at this stage of development, the needy child will dominate our motivations. Other people and things (and there is fundamentally no difference) will be seen as existing solely for the purpose of "my" survival and satisfaction. "Mine" will become the most important word.

The Soul is ineffable, therefore true Soul Mates are Indescribably Connected."-Author Serena Jade

By learning to truly love someone else, you learn to love the world. And yourself, which may be even harder.

I saw now that the legends were drenched in blood, the blood of women.

Do you think you might be able to love me someday?" He asked and heard her laugh softly. "I already do." She said and his soul soared. "So this is what the poets write about? This is what they call love?" She asked. "Yes my love." He said softly. "They do not do it justice." She stated and he laughed. "I agree." He told her as he held her, wondering how this could be real.

We were not in thrall to destiny or fate, but merely the weight of our own choices. When we turned toward each other like flowers facing the sun, we were not fulfilling some prophecy or old story. We were writing our own.

I used to be a girl who believed in fairy tales. You know, the whole knight in shining armour riding in on a white horse that would lead me to my happily-ever-after. About eight months ago I lost hope and faith that I would ever find my prince, or to be more exact, that my prince would ever realise I was the one for him as he tried out all the other princesses. But what I discovered was that I was in the wrong damn fairytale the whole time, chasing the wrong damn prince. There' a Psyche for every Eros, an Elizabeth for every Darcy, an Abby for every Travis. And I only hope you still want me to be the Angel to your Rat. All along I was wearing the wrong wings.

The Soul is unconscious to most. Therefore, true soul mates are ahead of their time!

The extraordinary Soul Mate and Twin Flame encounters, makes one feel as if they have just arrived at a temple. They have been given access to the Divine. As they enter the room where the holy of holies resides, they can sense the spark of the Almighty deep within each other.

The Soul is hiding under an Earthly mask-the Ego. Do you have the courage to lift the cover and be in Awe of the Eternal mystery?"-Author Serena Jade

Soul Mates psychically sense their Exalted Bond through the sweet whispers of their Soul."-Author Serena Jade

The more I live, the more I know reincarnation is true.

A Pill cannot make your Unconscious, Conscious.

It was like comparing the cold unyielding beauty of the stars to the bloom of a flower, something impermanent and imperfect but all the more lovely for it.

Consider: The mouth is the only bit of erotic landscape visible when a woman is dressed. It is the symbol of every moist cavern a woman possesses, which all men are bound to seek out, we have no choice.

Are you looking to steal someone's Heart? Then you're on a quest to capture someone's interest! But, True Lovers have been given a gift, their invisible bond penetrates their Heart to pound together!" -Author Serena Jade

Soul Mates and Twin Flames are not profane, they are a spiritual gift for each other to further their oneness with their soul, and the divine.

Opposites are attracted at first because we want the other person to complete us. But, no one can complete us because it is our job to make our personality/ego whole."- Author Serena Jade

Medusa shot me a glance. “No, he is farther ahead. Why, do you have some plan to slay the hound of hell? One last attempt to win renown as a hero?” “No,” I replied. “I like dogs, that’s all.

When Psyche got up to leave, Eros once again mentioned that he would miss her on Sunday."Even if you come on Sunday, I shall not be able to give you what you want. I shall be having my period then & it will be too messy for your liking," his secretary advised him.[MMT]

And, talking about the God of Love, Eros, who had grown up from the cute angelic Cupid with his ten colourful darts & golden bow, now wanted to be the God of True Love. He locked himself in embrace with his lovely wife, Psyche, all day & night, since, as he put it, Psyche was the Soul, & he, Eros, was the Body. And thus, Body & Soul should always be together. And he had, accordingly, set his golden bow & quiver of colourful darts aside.

I am your Psych and you will always be my Eros

We are too focused on our five senses, but when we die those senses are not valid anymore. Our soul is intangible and immortal, and can only be detected by our sixth sense.

Soul Mates and Twin Flames are connections to the direct experience of your Soul!

In the Kabbalah, when you are in touch with the Shekhinah within you, you are entering the dwelling place of a Divine Presence.

The soul is spirit incarnate. Don't think of yourself as a body that has a soul, bit rather as spirit that needs a body."-James Van Praggh

The Heart is the engine, the Brain is the steering wheel, and the Mind is the essence of the Body.

Los griegos disponen de tres palabras para designar el amor y esa noche las conocimos todas.

My arrows might fester in a wounded heart, spreading like an infection. Or perhaps love itself had been rotten from the start.

Separation cannot kill love, as you know, but it is an agony nonetheless.

You can't be a hero', he told me. 'You're a girl.' I kicked him in the shins and sent him crying to his mother.

The sons of gods received a hero's training, divine gifts, and everlasting fame. Their daughters, like Helen, were prizes to be won.

We are responsible for what we create.

And because I have found that a life spent protecting what one loves is the greatest satisfaction of all.

Laughter-loving, the poets called Aphrodite, but they never considered who or what she might be laughing at.

The fear never goes away. But in time, love makes it bearable.

If Psyche dies, I will never be finished mourning her. I may not deserve her, but this world does.

What should I do for them? I wondered, gazing at the destruction below. The answer came to me immediately, drifting up from the depths of my unconscious mind. Anything you can.

You will be a great lover, not a great hero, Prometheus told me once. He was wrong. I would be both.

Soul Mates do not add to karma, but help you wake up to your immortal soul. Twin Flames are only brought together, when their karma has been lifted. Karmic relationships are brought together by karma.

Eros had slept soundly after the tryst with his lovely secretary at the Paradise Hotel.And as his wife, Helen,slept beside him snoring, he was conscious of the fact that his body was reeking with the aroma of Psyche`s Nectar.In spite of his having scrubbed away all possible tell-tale signs of any indiscretion on his part.However, Helen had noticed nothing, he told himself, so it must be his own imagination, or perhaps, guilty conscience.Yet, he had not committed adultery with his secretary, he assured himself.All he had was a wonderful meal. So he had not betrayed Helen. He had not sinned.[MMT]

The concept of a Runner and Chaser is Not an indication of a Twin Flame. There is a Runner and Chaser in All relationships. The goal is to become the Secure. This is the Attachment Psychology in all Relationships.

The truth of the Goddess is the mystery of our being. She is the dynamic life force within. Her form is embedded in our collective psyche, part of what it is to be human. She is Gaia, the dance of life and Her song is Eros, the energy of creation.

Atalanta had shown me bear tracks in the woods. A series of clawed prints, larger than my hand, leading away into the brush. The creature who had made them was long gone and could only be defined by the impressions it had left. Love was like that, noticeable only by its absence.

The Greeks have three words for love. The first is philia, the kind of love that involves liking and grows up between two people who enjoy each other’s company very much. The second is agape, the selfless love of parents for children or between those who are like family to one another. The third is eros, which explains itself—connection, spark, the desire of the body to seek fulfillment in another.

The author of Eros and Psyche, Lucius Apuleius, an initiate of the ancient mystery schools touched on the knowledge of the soul to achieve union with the Divine, by the agency of a spiritual love. Lucius Apuleius lived in Carthage, and his name was still mentioned 200 years after his death in this North African city; until St. Augustine, the most influential writer of Catholicism came along. Through the centuries Christianity flourished, and the esoteric wisdom went into obscurity, along with the story of Eros and Psyche. The story deals with subjects the church frowns upon, having a direct contact with the immortal soul, and connecting with the esoteric divine, and not the divine of the Catholic church. Up until this present moment, it's not a coincidence the story of Eros and Psyche has been considered a child's fable for almost 2,000 years.

What is the difference between a Soul Mate vs. Twin Flame? Your Soul Mates are deeply connected to your Soul, and your Twin Flame. Twin Flames are two sides of the same Soul. But nonetheless all are connected to your Soul Group. We have more than one Soul Mate and have spent many lifetimes and beyond with some of them. But the leaf itself is the ultimate Soul Mate- our Soul’s counterpart and it is said, we only met them 12 times during our lifetimes. But, now in our evolution we are ready to consciously stand side by side with them!

Though Eros and Psyche sat vast and magnificent in the front lawn, a prologue to the grand house itself, there was something wonderful- a mysterious and melancholic aspect- about the smaller fountain, hidden within its sunny clearing at the bottom of the south garden. The circular pool of stacked stone stood two feet high and twenty feet across at its widest point. It was lined with tiny glass tiles, azure blue like the necklace of sapphires Lord Ashbury had brought back for Lady Violet after serving in the Far East. From the center emerged a huge craggy block of russet marble, the height of two men, thick at the base but tapering to a peak. Midway up, creamy marble against the brown, the life-size figure of Icarus had been carved in a position of recline. His wings, pale marble etched to give the impression of feathers, were strapped to his outspread arms and fell behind, weeping over the rock. Rising from the pool to tend the fallen figure were three mermaids, long hair looped and coiled about angelic faces: one held a small harp, one wore a coronet of woven ivy leaves, and one reached beneath Icarus’s torso, white hands on creamy skin, to pull him from the deep.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who was admired by all, but no one dared to ask for her hand in marriage. In despair, the king consulted the god Apollo. He told him that Psyche should be dressed in mourning and left alone on top of a mountain. Before daybreak, a serpent would come to meet and marry her. The king obeyed, and all night the princess waited for her husband to appear, deathly afraid and freezing cold. Finally, she slept. When she awoke, she found herself crowned a queen in a beautiful palace. Every night her husband came to her and they made love, but he had imposed one condition: Psyche could have all she desired, but she had to trust him completely and could never see his face.” How awful, I think, but I don’t dare interrupt him. “The young woman lived happily for a long time. She had comfort, affection, joy, and she was in love with the man who visited her every night. However, occasionally she was afraid that she was married to a hideous serpent. Early one morning, while her husband slept, she lit a lantern and saw Eros, a man of incredible beauty, lying by her side. The light woke him, and seeing that the woman he loved was unable to fulfill his one request, Eros vanished. Desperate to get her lover back, Psyche submitted to a series of tasks given to her by Aphrodite, Eros’s mother. Needless to say, her mother-in-law was incredibly jealous of Psyche’s beauty and she did everything she could to thwart the couple’s reconciliation. In one of the tasks, Psyche opened a box that makes her fall into a deep sleep.” I grow anxious to find out how the story will end. “Eros was also in love and regretted not having been more lenient toward his wife. He managed to enter the castle and wake her with the tip of his arrow. ‘You nearly died because of your curiosity,’ he told her. ‘You sought security in knowledge and destroyed our relationship.’ But in love, nothing is destroyed forever. Imbued with this conviction, they go to Zeus, the god of gods, and beg that their union never be undone. Zeus passionately pleaded the cause of the lovers with strong arguments and threats until he gained Aphrodite’s support. From that day on, Psyche (our unconscious, but logical, side) and Eros (love) were together forever.” I pour another glass of wine. I rest my head on his shoulder. “Those who cannot accept this, and who always try to find an explanation for magical and mysterious human relationships, will miss the best part of life.

Who’s the harlot who broke your heart?” she demanded. “I haven’t been disgraced this badly by a mortal since that Psyche girl a few months back!” “Well, actually, about that…” Eros told her the truth. Aphrodite hit the roof. Literally. She blasted the ceiling to rubble with a pretty pink explosion, giving Eros the new skylight he’d always wanted. “You ungrateful little boy!” she screamed. “You were always trouble! You never listen. You mess with everyone’s feelings, even mine! I should disown you. I should take away your immortality, your bow and arrows, and give them to one of my manservants. Any mortal slave can do your job. It’s not that hard. You never apply yourself. You never follow directions. You—” Blah, blah, blah. And on and on like that for about six hours. Finally she noticed that Eros’s face was sweaty and pale, which you don’t normally see with an immortal. He was shivering under the blankets. His gaze was unfocused. “What’s wrong with you?” Aphrodite moved to the side of his bed, pulled back the covers, and saw the festering, steaming wound in his shoulder. “Oh, no! My poor baby!” Funny how a mom’s mood can change like that. She wants to strangle you, then BOOM!—a little life-threatening injury, and she’s cooing about her poor baby.

A myth is commonly used as a misconception or someone else’s religion. But the intended meaning of a Myth is a sacred story, containing deep psychological and spiritual guidance to the society that it applies to.

Magnificent trees, the legacy of Lord Ashbury's distant ancestors, lined the way, their highest boughs arching to meet, outermost branches lacing so that the road became a dark, whispering tunnel. As I burst into the light that afternoon, the sun had just slipped behind the roofline and the house was in eclipse, the sky behind glowing mauve and orange. I cut across the grounds, past the Eros and Psyche fountain, through Lady Violet's garden of pink cabbage roses and down into the rear entrance. The servants' hall was empty and my shoes echoed as I broke Mr. Hamilton's golden rule and ran along the stone corridor. Through the kitchen I went, past Mrs. Townsend's workbench covered with a panoply of sweet breads and cakes, and up the stairs.

Emmeline’s room overlooked Eros and Psyche on the front lawn, while Hannah preferred the smaller one with a view to the rose garden and the lake beyond. The two bedrooms were adjoined by a small sitting area, which was always referred to as the burgundy room, though I never could think why as the walls were a pale shade of duck-egg blue and the curtains a Liberty floral in blues and pinks.

And all the time, as the train went whirling through reverberant tunnels, then out into the unspeakable' squalors of the East End — Bow, Stepney, Whitechapel, Barking — she was thinking how strangely unromantic this honeymoon journey was contrasting it, in spite of herself, with that other southward journey in the Blue Train with Ledwyche. She didn’t love Ledwyche; she supposed she did love Cyril. And yet, when she came to think of it, how safe she had felt with the other — how many essential, though trivial, things they had had in common! Trivial? Were they so trivial after all? Weren’t they, in fact, the whole basic structure of her life, her birth, her breeding? With Ledwyche, she knew just exactly where she was, while' 'with this dark stranger. . . . It came as a shock to her to remember that she didn’t even know his name, nor he hers. That, to begin with, was enough to make the' whole adventure unreal, unsubstantial, uncertain. Yet, hadn’t they agreed — oh, long ago! — that it was this very circumstance that made the affair so romantically thrilling? Eros and Psyche! . . . To question the illusion was to shatter it. And yet she knew nothing about him, nothing whatever, except that they shared a few tastes and theories. Why, for all she knew, he might even be a criminal, a murderer! “Well, here I am,” she thought. “Ca y est! I’ve got to go through with it.” And of course, to be logical, this journey had not begun at Liverpool Street that morning; it had begun at the moment when Ledwyche had shown her into the train at Cannes. It would end, God knew how, in some sordid lodging in Southend. “I’m a free woman,” she told herself. “Well, this is the price of freedom.

Der Kosmos lebt, und alles Leben ist polarisiert nach Seele (Psyche) und Leib (Soma). Wo immer lebendiger Leib, da ist auch Seele; wo immer Seele, da ist auch lebendiger Leib. Die Seele ist der Sinn des Leibes, das Bild des Leibes die Erscheinung der Seele. Was immer erscheint, das hat einen Sinn; und jeder Sinn offenbart sich, indem er erscheint.

An empath hones in on the emotions of a person. Having Psychic abilities focuses on the communication of the soul. Not to be mistaken for a gut feeling-Instinct. Gut Instinct is the internal mechanism for survival.

Pop Twin Flame culture is a defense against a True Twin Flame Experience.

Did you meet your Twin Flame?-Or is it? A person whom you call a Twin Flame, based on the bastardized version of what you think is a Twin Flame. (Do not forget, over the last few years, scammers corrupted the true meaning). Because to cross paths with the Deepest Most Profound Eternal Love, Requires Dedication to understanding Yourself at a Deep Level, Requires Spiritual understanding, Requires Psychological understanding, Requires Transcending Your Karma.

Your Soul Mates are deeply connected to your Soul, and your Twin Flame. Twin Flames are two sides of the same Soul. But nonetheless all are connected to your Soul Group. 

(Psyche looked pretty bad herself, but Eros didn’t think so. Funny how love will do that. Once I saw my girlfriend with the cutest case of rat’s-nest hair and…Sorry. I got distracted.)

The transformative, active side of the feminine principle accents the dynamic elements of the psyche that urge change and transformation. This active side of the feminine is similar to that divine madness of the soul described in Plato's Phaedrus, which invokes primeval forces that take us out of the limitations and conventions of social norms and the reasonable life. Eros in this sense produces ecstasy, a liberation from the conventions of the group. . . . Ecstasy may range from a momentary being taken out of oneself to a profound enlargement of personality.

Where is he?” I said, pulling back. She hushed her voice into conspiratorial tones. “Waiting for you in the woods past the field.” She giggled. “This is all very exciting.” “Ha! I knew it would work.” I sprinted out of the gym and made it to the forest. “Eros?” A puff of pink smoke later, he appeared. In a tux. He gave me a cool look. “Bond. James Bond.

There's nothing more erotic than being real.

Yesterday, when she bared herself before me, I didn't allow myself to look. Didn't want to indulge in such sins of the flesh before she was officially mine. But now, she is. Mine And I'm free to do with my wife as I fucking please.

I love your temper, and your attitude, and that soft passionate heart you keep hidden away from plain sight. Separately, together, it doesn't matter- anything at all that you give me, I want, forever.

I wouldn't have ever given up on you, Little Nightmare, because it would've meant giving up all of that. And living without even an ounce of you would've been like living without the fucking rain: completely impossible.

The Greeks have three words for love. The first is philia, the kind of love that involves liking and grows up between two people who enjoy each other’s company very much. The second is agape, the selfless love of parents for children or between those who are like family to one another. The third is eros, which explains itself – connection, spark, the desire of the body to seek fulfillment in another.

Despite the pleasure I took in seeing my arrow hit its mark, I disliked being told where to aim.

I did not want to start weeping now. I was not sure I would ever stop.

Twin Flames, Soul Mates and the Karma that prevents them to be together. A Soul Mate is like the Echo of Oneself in Matter. Twin Flames have the same pattern of spiritual identity and share a unique destiny."-Elizabeth Clare Prophet

The imagination, as a subset of the lesser “irrational,” has been rejected and devalued by our culture to the point that we acknowledge its existence, if at all, as a deviation from psychological health and normalcy. To get a taste of our cultural prejudice, just look at these synonyms for “irrational”—unsound, untenable, absurd, foolish, inane, silly, crazy, demented, insane, and mad. What about the wonder, awe, Eros, creative pulsing, energetic vitality, and meaning brought forth by the irrational aspects of the psych? We continue to face a poverty of language that limits our experience when we try to speak of these faculties that have been marginalized for so long.

A sad man, when all is said and done, sad and angry, though that does not excuse what he did or what he would go on to do.

There were different kinds of chaos and Eros found he didn't enjoy this kind very much. But he fought anyways. He had to fight so he could stop them from reaching Psyche's home. He has to fight like the monster he was.

Psyche was sure now that her estranged husband was trying to help her. She loved him for that. Even his falsetto voice was kind of cute. But she decided to play along. “I’m listening, O Great Tower, who in no way resembles my wonderful husband.” “Okay, then,” said the voice. “As I was saying, Aphrodite will create distractions to test your resolve. She knows you are kind and helpful. She will try to use that against you. No matter who asks you for help on your journey, don’t listen to them! Don’t stop!” “Thank you, Tower. If you were my husband, Eros, which of course you aren’t, I would tell you I love you deeply and I’m very sorry. Also, how’s the shoulder?” “It hurts pretty bad,” said the tower. “But I think…” Falsetto: “Towers don’t have shoulders, silly.” The tower went silent. Psyche kissed the parapet. Then she started off on her super-fun journey to Mount Taenarus and the Underworld. Can we talk about this for a second? A lot of heroes have journeyed to the Underworld. I’ll tell you about some of them later. Most were dudes with swords and big attitudes. Heck, I’ve journeyed to the Underworld with a sword

told us the burn wasn’t responding to godly medicine.” Aphrodite’s eyes glowed pink with anger. The other goddesses knew they were taking a chance, so why did they risk getting on Aphrodite’s naughty list? Simple. They were more afraid of Eros. They saw this as a chance to get on his good side. Eros was random. He was dangerous. He could shoot you with one of his arrows and mess up your entire life by making you fall in love with an ugly mortal or a pair of bell-bottom jeans or anything. That prophecy about Psyche marrying a monster? It applied to Eros just fine. Everybody was scared of him, even the gods.

spotted the ruins of an old temple. Hey, she thought, maybe this is a temple of Eros! She struggled up the steep cliffs until she reached the abandoned building. Sadly, it wasn’t a temple of Eros. Judging from the sheaves of wheat carved on the altar, and the amount of dirt on the floor, it was a temple of Demeter that hadn’t been used in decades. What was a temple to the grain goddess doing on a barren mountain in the middle of nowhere? I’m not sure, but Psyche looked at the dusty altar, the broken statues lying across the floor, the graffiti on the walls, and she thought, I can’t leave the place like this. It isn’t right. Despite all her problems, Psyche still respected the gods. She found some supplies in the janitor’s closet and spent a week

Whatever.” “I must see him!” Psyche insisted. “I must help him!” “Oh, now you want to help him. I’m his mother and I have it under control, thank you very much. As I was saying, the most important quality for a woman is beauty. I’ve been so busy caring for my son that I’ve run out of my famous magical beauty cream. I’ve used it all up, and I need some more.” “Wait…you tried to cure Eros with beauty cream?” “Duh!” Aphrodite rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I need more, but it’s out of stock at, like, every store, so I need a proper substitute. The only goddess who has cosmetics I can use without my face breaking out is Persephone.” “The queen of the Underworld?” Psyche’s knees shook. “You—you want me to—” “Yes.” Aphrodite savored the fear in Psyche’s eyes. “Pop down to the Underworld and ask Persephone

the only way she could manage. But she had her unborn baby to think about. And she hadn’t come this far only to give up. Plus, her last half dozen suicide attempts hadn’t worked out so well. “Don’t do it,” said a voice, rumbling from the stones at her feet. “Jumping off towers is never the answer.” Psyche stepped back from the edge. “Hello? Is—is that the tower speaking?” “Yes,” said the tower, resonating like a giant stone tuning fork. “I am the tower.” Something about the voice sounded familiar, though…. Psyche’s heart leaped with joy. “Eros? Is that you?” A moment’s pause. “No,” said the voice, now in falsetto. “I don’t know any Eros. Just listen….” The tower cleared its throat (or whatever towers have instead of throats. Stairwells?).

Whatever.” “I must see him!” Psyche insisted. “I must help him!” “Oh, now you want to help him. I’m his mother and I have it under control, thank you very much. As I was saying, the most important quality for a woman is beauty. I’ve been so busy caring for my son that I’ve run out of my famous magical beauty cream. I’ve used it all up, and I need some more.” “Wait…you tried to cure Eros with beauty cream?” “Duh!” Aphrodite rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I need more, but it’s out of stock at, like, every store, so I need a proper substitute. The only goddess who has cosmetics I can use without my face breaking out is Persephone.” “The queen of the Underworld?” Psyche’s knees shook. “You—you want me to—” “Yes.” Aphrodite savored the fear in Psyche’s eyes. “Pop down to the Underworld and ask Persephone if I can borrow a little of her beauty cream. You can put it in this.” The goddess snapped her fingers. A polished rosewood box with golden filigree appeared in Psyche’s hands. “Last chance to give up and go into exile.” Psyche did her best to hide her misery. “No. I’d rather die trying to win back Eros’s love than give up. I’ll get you your beauty cream.” “Make sure it’s the unscented kind,” Aphrodite said. “Hypoallergenic. And hurry. There’s a new play on Mount Olympus tonight. I need to get ready.” Psyche trudged out of the palace on her final quest.