Quotes About Daimon

Recognize the call as a prime fact of human existence; (b) align life with it; (c) find the common sense to realize that accidents, including the heartache and the natural shocks the flesh is heir to, belong to the pattern of the image, are necessary to it, and help fulfill it. A calling may be postponed, avoided, intermittently missed. It may also possess you completely. Whatever; eventually it will out. It makes its claim. The daimon does not go away.

Socrates's daimon (the one who spoke first within him ) whispered to him: no. My daimon, on the contrary, is my stupidity: like the Nietzschean ass, I say yes to everything, in the field of my love.

Bakkhai: Might be a good idea, if it's not too much bother, to show more respect for your old grandfather. Not to mention the gods. Teiresias: You're bold and loud and glib, Pentheus, you should have been a lawyer. But you totally lack common sense. This "new invented daimon" you laugh at — take my word for it — he's not one to laugh at. He's going to be big.

You think he has no will of his own? You are a fool, Charlotte. Lie with him instead of me!' I laughed at her, and seeing the pain in her eyes, I laughed more. 'I should like to see it, you and your daimon. Lie there and call him to come now.

What are you? (a Daimon) Oh please, let me give you the job description. Me, Dark-Hunter. You, Daimon. I hit, you bleed. I kill, you die. (Zarek)

The Simi is very environmentally sound. Eat everything except for hooves. I don't like those, they hurt my teeth. Thanatos don't have hooves, do he? (Simi) No, Simi, he doesn't. (Acheron) Ooo, good eating tonight. I get a Daimon for barbecue. Can I go now, akri? Can I? Can I? Can I, please? (Simi)

Hey dickhead, you should know something. You attack my brother, you really piss me off. (Vane) Hot damn, Daimon food. Hey Vane, you want the white meat or dark? (Fang) How about I grab one leg, you grab the other and we make a wish and pull? (Vane)

Desi, Desi, Desi what am I going to do with you? (Kyrian) Don't you dare take that flippant tone with me! (Desiderius) Why ever not? (Kyrian) Because I am not some scared little Daimon to run cringing from you. I am your worst nightmare. (Desiderius) Must you resort to cliches? C'mon, Desidisastrous, couldn't you think of anything more original than that B-movie dialogue staple? (Kyrian)

No Daimon gets out of here alive. (They hit the invisible wall and rebounded off it.) Man. It really makes you feel for the bug on the windshield, doesn't it? (Acheron)

Good Lord, who spread the Daimon fertilizer around? They're cropping up like a bad horror flick. (Tabitha)

What does this Daimon look like? (Xedrix) He's tall and blond. (Kyle) Well, that narrows it down to every Daimon here except Stryker. What would that be? Several thousand of them? Could you be a bit more specific and if you tell me he was dressed in black, I'll kill you myself and spare me the agony of dying. (Xedrix)

Desi, babe. Still playing your little games, I see. Now why don't you be a good Daimon and show yourself to me? (Kyrian)

Don't be jealous, baby. We'll get to you in a jiffy. (Daimon) Jiffy? What kind of pathetic wuss uses the word 'jiffy'? (Xypher)

You know, Talon, killing a soul-sucking Daimon without a good fight is like sex without foreplay. A total waste of time and completely un…satisfying. (Wulf)

Come on, where did you learn to fight? Miss Manners' School for Girls? My baby sister could hit harder than you when she was three years old. Damn, if you're going to turn Daimon, the least you could do is take a few fighting lessons so you can make my boring job more interesting. (Wulf)

Yeah, well, don't worry about it. I've never met a Daimon yet I couldn't take. (Wulf) Guess again, little brother. You just met one, and trust me, he's not like any you've ever met before. He makes Desiderius look like a pet hamster. (Acheron)

We have a Daimon walk into the bar in broad daylight, and now a demon sliming Dev. I don´t know about you, but that doesn´t seem coincidental to me." "I agree. Snot funny.

You Know, Talon, killing a soul-sucking Daimon without a good fight is like sex without foreplay. A total waste of time and completely un.....satisfying.

We must beware of whatever insights we have into ourselves. Our self-knowledge annoys and paralyzes our daimon-this is where we should look for the reason Socrates wrote nothing.

Our self-knowledge annoys and paralyzes our daimon—this is where we should look for the reason Socrates wrote nothing.

The soul of each of us is given a unique daimon before we are born, and it has selected an image or pattern that we live on earth. This soul-companion, the daimon, guides us here; in the process of arrival, however, we forget all that took place and believe we come empty into this world. The daimon remembers what is in your image and belongs to your pattern, and therefore your daimon is the carrier of your destiny.

For the daimon surprises. It crosses my intentions with its interventions, sometimes with a little twinge of hesitation, sometimes with a quick crush on someone or something. These surprises feel small and irrational; you can brush them aside; yet they also convey a sense of importance, which can make you say afterward: "Fate.

The creative urge matters. Stories matter. Images matter. It matters that you were born with a genius, a guiding spirit, a daimon that may know more about your destiny than you do.

We have a Daimon walk into the bar in broad daylight, and now a demon sliming Dev. I don´t know about you, but that doesn´t seem coincidental to me." "I agree. Snot funny.