"And I with the same grief, I died and met my fate.
No sharp-eyed Huntress showering arrows through the halls
approached and brought me down with painless shafts,
nor did some hateful illness strike me, that so often
devastates the body, drains our limbs of power.
No, it was my longing for you, my shining Odysseus –
you and your quickness, you and your gentle ways –
that tore away my life that had been sweet."
– Homer
The Odyssey, Book 11, lines 193-196, 225-232. The ghost of Odysseus’ mother tells him how she died and met her fate. Anticleia reveals that it was not illness or the goddess Artemis’ painless arrows that killed her, but a broken heart and longing for her son.