Quotes About Labyrinth

Into the dark matter I will disappear But still I go deeper into the labyrinth I don't know if it is the labyrinth of the continuum Who, what, is it that I leave to you?

La liberté, c'est le minotaure en dehors des murs.

He knew suddenly that if he fell he would fall forever. Into the abyss, plunging into his own terror and defeat, endlessly, through the self-spinning labyrinth, mind frozen in boundless anguish, a maze of unending experience, unending fright, implacable walls, halls, steps, ramps, crypts, vaults, passages, always icy, always out of reach.

Ma quando viaggiando non facciamo altro che inseguire i remoti misteri di cui sogniamo, o dare la caccia in modo straziante a quel fantasma demoniaco che prima o poi nuota davanti a ogni cuore umano; allora, quando diamo la caccia a cose del genere tutt'intorno a questo tondo globo, tali cose ci portano all'interno di sterili labirinti, oppure ci lasciano sommersi a metà strada.

She would never be able to console herself that she was pressured or bullied. She never was. She trapped herself, she marched into the labyrinth of her own construction, and was too young, too awestruck, too keen to please, to insist on making her own way back. She was not endowed with, or old enough to possess, such independence or spirit. An imposing congregation had massed itself around her first certainties, and now it was waiting and she could not disappoint it at the altar.

If I have to pick one story that most influenced 'The Hunger Games,' it would be the Greek myth of Theseus, which I read when I was about 8 years old. In punishment for past deeds, Athens periodically had to send seven youths and seven maidens to a labyrinth. In the maze was this Minotaur, and it would eat them.

I have designed my style pantomimes as white ink drawings on black backgrounds, so that man's destiny appears as a thread lost in an endless labyrinth. I have tried to shed some gleams of light on the shadow of man startled by his anguish.

I saw David Bowie in 'Labyrinth' when I was seven or eight. I told my mom I wanted a Bowie record, so we traveled to the mainland, which was, like, a three-hour trip, and I bought 'Let's Dance' and 'Tonight.' 'Let's Dance' blew my little mind. I became obsessed with it.

The Minotaur comes and goes. He has for centuries. And there have been many bridges. The Minotaur pauses, as he walks, midway through the covered bridge that serves, in more ways than one, as the entrance to Old Scald Village. He rests his heavy snout against one of the wooden trusses. The Minotaur likes this portal, both ingress and egress, a breach in the terribly human construct of time.

You should know by now that this time of year is not one when we pale-skinned interlopers can walk at ease in the treacherous labyrinth of this witch of cities.

The whole city made his skin itch with discomfort, as if conspiracies were incubating in every dark corner. Whispers would sometimes seem to follow him down twisting alley that were like canyons between the high narrow buildings. Valraven was being led into this labyrinth. A monster was waiting for him.

Where he had failed, I would triumph. Where he had lost his way, I would find the path out of the labyrinth.

I looked up towards the immensity of the labyrinth. How does one choose a single book among so many? Isaac shrugged his shoulders. 'Some like to believe it's the book that chooses the person...destiny, in other words.

A Edmond de Luna, el hacedor de laberintos y único superviviente de la travesía, lo encontraron atado al timón y quemado por el sol.

A story is an endless labyrinth of words, images and spirits, conjured up to show us the invisible truth about ourselves. A story is, after all, a conversation between the narrator and the reader, and just as narrators can only relate as far as their ability will permit, so too readers can only read as far as what is already written in their souls.

encontrar el modo de salvar el laberinto y recordar el precio de la bestia, guardaría el plano en el cofre familiar donde algún día, no albergaba duda ninguna, encontraría al hacedor de laberintos merecedor de tamaño desafío.

A story is an endless labyrinth of words, images, and spirits, conjured up to show us the invisible truth about ourselves.

Stories have no beginning and no end, only doors through which one may enter them. A story is an endless labyrinth of words, images and spirits, conjured up to show us the invisible truth about ourselves. A story is, after all, a conversation between the narrator and the reader, and just as narrators can only relate as far as their ability will permit, so too readers can only read as far as what is already written in their souls.

Carlos Ruiz Zafón

O coração de fêmea é um labirinto de subtilezas que desafia a mente grosseira do macho trapaceiro.

El Cementerio de los Libros Olvidados tenía su propio geometría y resultaba casi imposible pasar por el mismo lugar dos veces. En más de una ocasión se había perdido en el interior y había tardado un rato en dar con el camino de descenso a la salida.

Tras él, alzándose en lo que creyó que era una basílica esculpida con todas las bibliotecas del mundo, se levantaba el laberinto que había visto desde la cima.

Por ese motivo deseaba que Edmond proyectase el mayor laberinto jamás creado, una biblioteca secreta, una ciudad de libros que habría de existir oculta bajo las catacumbas de la catedral de Hagia

Those fields of childhood, tall Meadow-grass and flowers small, The elm whose dusky leaves Patterned the sky with dreams innumerable And labyrinthine vein and vine And wandering tendrils green, Have grown a seed so small A single thought contains them all