Quotes About Folklore

Ganga told me Naughton's grandfather had operated a poteen still out of the Fairy Fort there. By way of both respect and payment of rent he always let the fairies have the first glass.

For everyone knew Fiachnae would rise again, it's what the Irish did, and mac Báetáin was cannier than most.

Jokes and folklore and poetic metaphor, the wisdom of folly, tell the secret truth.

One for sorrow, two for joy. So they said when I was a child, but there were fewer Magpies then.

The fox has a hundred proverbs; ninety-nine are about poultry.

There are no new tales, but we shall always be ready to listen to a new telling of the old ones.

Leslie had learned two valuable things about the fae that day. They were powerful and charming -- and they ate children and puppies.

Some people will tell you werewolves can only shapechange under a full moon, but people also say there's no such things as ghosts.

Coyote," said Hopi Woman dryly, "doesn't much worry about understanding anything, which is why he understands so much.

Even now, I don't know of any werewolves living in Asia—there are things over there that don't like us, and they can make their dislike fatal.

Fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive or be he dead, I'll grind his bones to make my bread."   Ballimore shook her head. "Nonsense, dear. It's just Princess Cimorene and the King of the Enchanted Forest." "And neither of us is English," Cimorene added.

If you hold a four-leaf shamrock in your left hand at dawn on St. Patrick's Day you get what you want very much but haven't wished for.

Every rock and stream is a myth.

Maple. Maypole Catch and carry. Ash and Ember. Elderberry. Woolen. Woman. Moon at night. Willow. Window. Candlelight. Fallow farrow. Ash and oak. Bide and borrow. Chimney smoke. Barrel. Barley. Stone and stave. Wind and water. Misbehave.Maple. Maypole Catch and carry. Ash and Ember. Elderberry. Woolen. Woman. Moon at night. Willow. Window. Candlelight. Fallow farrow. Ash and oak. Bide and borrow. Chimney smoke. Barrel. Barley. Stone and stave. Wind and water. Misbehave.

Tradition, my boy, and superstition. They are one and the same, anyway.

Where do you think stories come from, E'lir Kvothe? Every tale has deep roots somewhere in the world.

No story can move a thousand miles by word of mouth and keep its shape.

Every place has its little superstitions, and everyone laughs at what the folk across the river think.

But those are just stories," I protested. He gave me an amused look. "Where do you think stories come from, E'lir Kvothe? Every tale has deep roots somewhere in the world.

Every tale has deep roots somewhere in the world.

It's corny, but I think poems are echoes of the voices in your head and from your past. Your sisters, your father, your ancestors taking to you and through you. Some of it is primal, some of it is hallucinatory bullshit. That madness those boys rapping ain't nothing but urban folklore. They retelling stories passed down from chicken coop to apartment stoop to Ford coupe. Hear that rhyme, boy. Shit, I could get down and rap if I had to. MC Big Mama Osteoporosis in the house.

No murderer had before or has since caused such a sensation, passed so quickly into folklore or gained an image – top hat, cape and Gladstone bag – that is truly iconic: as instantly recognisable as Sherlock Holmes's deerstalker and meerschaum pipe, and as capable of conveying a meaning understood around the world – even by people who know nothing about the Ripper or what he did, or that he, unlike Holmes, actually existed.

Myths also played a role in national origins stories.