Quotes About Legend

Ludwig van Beethoven, as you may have heard, was deaf.

When I first called Jerry Wexler, the man everybody most associates with Berns's career, and told him I planned to work on this book, Wexler's affable tone disappeared. "I'll tell you this," he said. "I don't know where he's buried, but if I did, I would piss on his grave.

This feat of Tell, the archer, will be toldWhile yonder mountains stand upon their base.By heaven! The apple's cleft right through the core.

The past exudes legend: one can't make pure clay of time's mud. There is no life that can be recaptured wholly; as it was.Which is to say that all biography is ultimately fiction.

I look back on my life, comin' out of Macon, Georgia - I never thought I'd be a superstar, a living legend. I never heard of no rock and roll in my life.

Tramaine Hawkins has been a mentor, a confidante and an example of greatness. She has been through a lot in her life, and her career has spanned over 50 years. To me, that's what you call a legend.

The name Cleopatra wakens the world to life.

Forgotten mornings when he walked with his motherThrough the parablesOf sunlightAnd the legend of the green chapels.

Call me Dolores. Like they do in the stories.

And yet, there was a witch. There is always a witch.

Six forest trees — that is a fact — grow out of one of the graves in Tewin churchyard. The grave's occupant — that is the legend — is an atheist, who declared that if God existed, six forest trees would grow out of her grave. These things in Hertfordshire; and farther afield lay the house of a hermit — Mrs. Wilcox had known him — who barred himself up, and wrote prophecies, and gave all he had to the poor.

B'gwus is famous because of his wide range of homes. In some places, he's called Bigfoot. In other places, he's Yeti, or the Abominable Snowman, or Sasquatch. To most people, he is the equivalent of the Loch Ness monster, something silly to bring the tourist in. His image is even used to sell beer, and he is portrayed as a laid-back kind of guy, lounging on mountaintops in patio chairs, cracking open a frosty one.

Hairy and the Maidens.

Boxing day will never be the same now that Muhammed Ali is gone.

Faster than a speeding bullet, more powerful than a locomotive, able to leap tall buildings at a single bound—look, up there in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's Superman!

This is the West, sir. When the legend becomes fact, print the legend.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about but few have seen.

Refuse profane and old wives' fables.

In the time when Dendid created all things,He created the sun,And the sun is born, and dies, and comes again.

There was an old womanLived under a hill;And if she's not gone,She lives there still.

?????, he wrote, mýthos, a conversation, a tale, a legend from the darkness before the days of Christ. "Some stories," she says, "can be both false and true at the same time.

Today, he says, they will work on ?????, mýthos, which means a conversation or something said, but also a tale or a story, a legend from the time of the old gods, and he is explaining how it's a delicate, mutable word, that it can suggest something false and true at the same time, when his attention frays.

A fourth door, and a fifth, on and on until you reach a thirteenth, a little locked door no bigger than a shoe." The children lean forward. "And then?" "Behind the thirteenth door"—the guide flourishes one of his impossibly wrinkled hands—"is the Sea of Flames." Puzzlement. Fidgeting. "Come now. You've never heard of the Sea of Flames?

the myth was a tenacious plant