Quotes About Legend

Bridgeport? Said I. Camelot, Said he.

Australian History: .... does not read like history, but like the most beautiful lies.

Now, then, that is the tale. Some of it is true.

It may be history, it may be only a legend, a tradition. It may have happened, it may not have happened: but it could have happened. It may be that the wise and the learned believed it in the old days; it maybe that only the unlearned and the simple loved it and credited it.

LEGEND OF THE SPECTACULAR RUIN The

The principal difference between a cat and a lie is that the cat has only nine lives.

There might be a dragon with five legs in my house, but no one has ever seen it.

That man, the unsubmissive and first, stands in the opening chapter of every legend mankind has recorded about its beginning. Prometheus was chained to a rock and torn by vultures—because he had stolen the fire of the gods. Adam was condemned to suffer—because he had eaten the fruit of the tree of knowledge. Whatever the legend, somewhere in the shadows of its memory mankind knew that its glory began with one and that that one paid for his courage.

It is not difficult to understand why Caesar became history, Cleopatra a legend.

To restore Cleopatra is as much to salvage the few facts as to peel away the encrusted myth and the hoary propaganda.

Witchcraft has always been a religion of poetry, not theology. The myths, legends, and teachings are recognized as metaphors for "That-Which-Cannot-Be-Told," the absolute reality our limited minds can never completely know.

At the time no one really knew for sure that John Cropsey was more than the stuff of campfire stories. Not the townspeople, who saw their businesses wither and die with the bad publicity he brought. Not even the survivors of of his onslaught against Camp Beechwood. The only people who were certain that Cropsey was more than just the figment of a vivid imagination were the ones who would never share their secret knowledge: his victems.

And our sailors of space have a legend of the furthest star of all, where the gods lay their plans against us, or plot the catastrophes of the end of time: the pachacuti . We call this undiscovered star Karu, which means 'far'.' 'As we speak of Ultima,' Quintus mused.

I wonder if that's a small price to pay for being a legend.

Once upon a time there was a beautiful Indian maiden, of course.

He was, then, a hero. He suffered that disappointment which we would all have if we discovered that we were ourselves capable of those deeds which we most admire in history and legend. This, then, was a hero. After all, heroes were not much.

I think Eros should be dirty. In Greek legend, as I'm sure you are aware, he fell in love with the minor deity Psyche. It was the Greek way of saying that, in spite of what it may believe, Love pursues the Soul, not the body; the Erotic desires the Psychic. If Love was clean and wholesome he wouldn't lust after Psyche.

What Pandora did not know was that, when she shut the lid of the jar so hastily, she for ever imprisoned inside one last daughter of Nyx. One last little creature was left behind to beat its wings hopelessly in the jar for ever. Its name was ELPIS, Hope.

No labour was more Heraclean than the labour of being Heracles.

The action is played out on the golden horizon between reality and legend, the beguiling penumbra where fable and fact coexist.

Of course the Greeks were not the only people to weave a tapestry of legends and lore out of the puzzling fabric of existence.

Poseidon presented Amphitrite with the very first dolphin.

This is so similar to the story of Apollo and Hyacinthus that you wonder if some bard somewhere got drunk or confused.

The story that Newton was inspired by an apple hitting his head is almost certainly apocryphal. All Newton himself ever said was that the idea of gravity came to him as he sat 'in a contemplative mood' and 'was occasioned by the fall of an apple.')