Quotes About Lore

History is filled with fictional people.

You are not responsible for the murderous rampage of an alien psycho, okay?

He appears oftener in the tales of mythology than any other god.

Family memory flows more completely through women. It is the women who learn much of the lore and who convey it to the young. Men forget the past in all its fleshiness and select which parts best fit into their lives.

I figure if someone calls something a 'Draugr,' people can figure out that it's a monster or some sort of mythic creature, and if they want to know more, there's plenty of information out there about those mythic creatures.

I like both Greek and Egyptian. More Greek stories have survived, so we know more about them. They've always been my favorite. On the other hand, I like the Egyptian stories because they're not as commonly known and they have an exotic flavour.

Behind every legend, strange to say, can be found a kernel of truth, a group of facts around which the legend was built.

Ghost hunters can be the most ingenious breed when it comes to inventing ghastly tales, but ask them to think up a name for the ghost of a woman dressed in white, and they give you "the White Lady.

Like vampire lore," Gabriel said. "Once they are invited in, you can't rescind the invitation and your wards are no longer effective." "Looks like you finally get vampires," I said to him. "I know you've been waiting." He sighed.

Journey to the end of day, Come the fire-fly, Come the moon; Say a prayer for God's good grace And sleep with lore upon your face.

In all the antique religions, mythology takes the place of dogma that is, the sacred lore of priests and people... and these stories afford the only explanation that is offered of the precepts of religion and the prescribed rules of ritual.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:— We murder to dissect. Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives.

No one can erase the stories.

Shitload said, "His name is Korrok the Slavemaster from the eighth plane, also known in some realms as Baa'aaa'aaa'aab and in others as the Lord Zanthk All-Bzzki'l Shadd'uuul'l L'luuu'ddahs L'ikzzb-lla Khtnaz.

Se le vie marittime non si lasciano circoscrivere facilmente forse è perché sono intrecciate di racconti e le leggende: le carte su cui sono state segnate sono forse immaginarie, gli scritti che le accompagnano inventati

It is superstition," she admitted. "But it might be true.

It's not superstition," she said. They all turned to her, swiveling on their stools. "It is superstition," she admitted. "But it might be true.

Old woods can be more than atmospheric, more than merely picturesque; they are sometimes magical. In their shadows wisps of ancient belief can be glimpsed. In what is now called lore, but is actually the residue of belief, Gaelic culture remembers the Creideamh Sith, frivolously translated as 'the Fairy Faith'.

And if you don't think I can hold my own against all those eighteenth-century mortals you were out tagging, then you're a fool, Casanova." ... "Oh, yes, I know all about you." He went still. "What are you talking about?" "I was alive back then. And all the Lore heard about the ruthless warlord brothers from Estonia. The general, the scholar, the enigma, and . . . the manwhore.

She'd never seen a monster like that before, had never heard of one in all the Lore. When she grappled with the question of what it was, her sharply honed scientifical mind deduced one answer: manbearpig.

Whenever other Lore creatures like the nymphs and satyrs turned their noses up at the "hex-hacks," Carrow would raise both her hands in the rock-on horns gesture and shout, "Double, double, toil and trouble, muthafuckas! You just got cursed!" Then she actually would curse them.

Apparently, he'd killed so many family members that he must have significantly affected the Lore's population. Doing my part for the environment.

Mari was what was known as an underachiever, which even an underachiever knew was sociology code for overfailer. She was famous in the Lore for the simple fact that one day she might be worth being famous. All hype-no substance. That was Mari.

This is rich." Tymur's eyes reddened with satisfaction. "The scourge of the Lore paired with a mortal? You could have no greater liability. So difficult to keep this species alive.