Quotes About Ancient

I am obsessed with the whole Victoriana thing, the whole Jack the Ripper London era, the grayness of it, the haunted feeling of it, all ancient and bloody.

The question of the composition of perceptible objects is one which already occupied the mind of the ancient Greeks.

What we learned from these painstakingly detailed miniatures was how ephemeral all those ancient lives had been, how quickly they'd all been forgotten, and how vain we were to think that we could grasp the meaning of life and history by learning a handful of facts.

I want to see the king, I said, after explaining who I was. Wonderful, said the ancient Nkumai who sat on a cushion near the corner pole of the house. I'm glad for you. That was all, and apparently he meant to say no more. Why are you so glad? I asked. Because it's good for every human being to have an unfulfilled wish. It makes all of life so poignant.

I understand that you believe that it works,' said Thrower patiently. 'But everything in the world is either science or miracles. Miracles came from God in the ancient times, but those times are over. Today if we wish to change the world, it isn't magic but science that will give us our tools.

Only the mother tree remained in the middle of the clearing, bathed in light, heavy with fruit, festooned with blossoms, a perpetual celebrant of the ancient mystery of life.

The Greek word clepsydra, given to ancient water clocks, comes from the amalgamation of the Greek words for water and to steal.

The detectives slide back on the digital timeline to the moment when Mendelssohn steps out into the snowstorm: there is something of the Greek epic about it, the old gray man with his walking stick, venturing out, into the snow, out of frame and away, like an ancient word stepping off a page.

Finch picked up one of the ancient fax-mags and brought it over to me. I don't need anything to read, I said. I'll just sit here and eavesdrop along with you. I thought you might sit on the mag, he said. It's extremely difficult to get soot out of chintz.

And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the day.

All of this like some ancient anointing. So be it. Evoke the forms. Where you've nothing else construct ceremonies out of the air and breathe upon them.

The immappable world of our journey. A pass in the mountains. A bloodstained stone. The marks of steel upon it. Names carved in the corrosible lime among stone fishes and ancient shells. Things dimmed and dimming. The dry sea floor. The tools of migrant hunters. The dreams encased upon the blades of them. The peregrine bones of a prophet. The silence. The gradual extinction of rain. The coming of night.

In the deep glens where they lived, all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.

the bleak and shrouded earth went trundling past the sun and returned again as trackless and as unremarked as the path of any nameless sisterworld in the ancient dark beyond.

Like a patrol condemned to ride out some ancient curse.

I know that to be female is an older thing even than to be human.

In the relative cool of the timber stands, possum grapes and muscadine flourish with a cynical fecundity, and the floor of the forest — littered with old mossbacked logs, peopled with toadstools strange and solemn among the ferns and creepers and leaning to show their delicate livercolored gills — has about it a primordial quality, some steamy carboniferous swamp where ancient saurians lurk in feigned sleep.

The streetlamps stood in globes of vapor and the buildings were dark and sweating. At times the city seemed older than Nineveh.

Ten thousand years ago, the state-of-the-art was a goat.

If we admit instrumental musick in the worship of God, how can we resist the imposition of all the instruments used among the ancient Jews?—yea, dancing as well as playing, and several other Judaic actions? or, how can we decline a whole rabble of church-officers, necessary to be introduced for instrumental musick, whereof our Lord Jesus Christ hath left us no manner of direction?

Glory comes not to the weak A treasure land shines out so strong We see it clear from far away O Great and Brave and Mighty Thor I hope that that was land I saw Once before... long ago... HO!

Napoli è la più misteriosa città d'Europa, è la sola città del mondo antico che non sia perita come Ilio, come Ninive, come Babilonia. È la sola città del mondo che non è affondata nell'immane naufragio della civiltà antica. Napoli è una Pompei che non è stata mai sepolta. Non è una città: è un mondo.

She was old; millions of years old, she felt.

She was old; millions of years old, she felt. And at last, she could bear the burden of herself no more.