Quotes About Ancient

The Pyramids of Tsort by moonlight!' breathed Ysabell, 'How romantic!' MORTARED WITH THE BLOOD OF THOUSANDS OF SLAVES

Many an ancient lord's last words had been, You can't kill me because I've got magic aaargh.

her beam revealing ancient brick walls and the faint glimmer

Some part of you, some ancient memory deep in your brain, recognizes this continent as home.

Those of us with this ancient compulsion to tell stories sometimes start with a single kernel of something.

The Kurds are an ancient, democratic, peace-loving people that have never attacked any country.

The cosmology of the ancient world was telling you about the nature of life here and now. Genesis is not about the origins of life. There were many other creation stories current in Israel at that time and no one was required to believe in that one.

Oh yes. I was telling you about my research into the old Norse sagas- the mythology of ancient Scandinavia. Have you read them?" "Uh no." "You'd like them, Cassie." He waved the hand with the chalk in it. "All sex and violence." I frowned. "Why would you think that I'd-

Some call its twins berries the testicles of Uranus

Ancient eyes had stared at me, filled with ancient grief. And something more. Something so alien and unexpected that I'd almost burst into tears. I'd seen many things in his eyes in the time that I'd known him: lust, amusement, sympathy, mockery, caution, fury. But I had never seen this. Hope. Jericho Barrons had hope, and I was the reason for it. I would never forget his smile. It had illuminated him from the inside out.

It's not what Ryodan does," Jo says slowly. "It's more what he is." Her eyes take on a serious sheen. "He's like, unbelievably brilliant, ten steps ahead of everyone else all the time." Bullshit. He's not that smart. I beat him at Triad. Once. About ten thousand years ago.

I couldn't imagine Jericho Barrons as a child, going to school, face freshly scrubbed, hair neatly combed, lunch box in hand. He'd surely been spawned by some cataclysmic event of nature, to born.

His beast was savage, primitive, its law utterly self-serving, an endless roar inside that said: I'M KING OF THIS MOTHERFUCKING JUNGLE. EVERYTHING IS MINE. I WANT IT ALL, ALL THE TIME. His beast was ancient, ruthless, voracious, craved everything sensual and immediately gratifying, and it had absolutely no—

The four names of divinities that reached us from Samothrace—Axieros, Axiokersa, Axiokersos and Kadmilos—were said{210} to be identical with Demeter, Persephone, Hades and Hermes respectively.

I really can't believe what a state the Pyramids are in. I thought they had flat rendered sides, but when you get up close, you see how they are just giant boulders balanced on top of each other, like a massive game of Jenga that has got out of hand.

There is a tale, as old as the Ancient Ones themselves, that one would arise who has that gift: to sing all the chantments, the high notes and the low, the swift rhythms and the slow. And this person would be more powerful than even the Ancient Ones were, as powerful as the gods themselves.

We dispute the arbitrary distribution of power and wealth, which is claimed as the natural order, but which is in fact not natural at all but rather artificially created and sustained by ancient privileges.

Rather than seeing a contest between druid and Christian, I see a kinship between stone chapel and stone circle. One encloses and protects the spirit; the other exposes it and joins it with the elements.

The word 'economics' was coined by the philosopher Xenophon in Ancient Greece. Combining oikos meaning household with nomos meaning rules or norms, he invented the art of household management, and it could not be more relevant today.

The accumulated sweat, dirt and oil that a famous athlete or gladiator strigiled off himself was sold to his fans in small vials. Some Roman women reportedly used it as a face cream.

I met a travler from an ancient land.

What kind of guitar would he make for this pretty harper with her sweet voice and stranger manners, who appeared so young but who seemed at times so old? It would have to glow with all the luster of her hair, and he knew he would have to give to it the feeling of ancient forests, of standing stones, and misty downs. Nothing else would be appropriate. Noth else would fit.

Alice looked at the sky and sniffed at the heavens. Night seemed to swallow her. It was true, then, her ancient, girlish understanding. Grief is like space walking. It is nothing terrestrial. Laws of gravity alter, and bodies tilt and float away.

Gallia est omnis divisa in partres tres. (All Gaul is divided into three parts)