Quotes About Mythology

Människohjärtan kan krossas, läka och börja slå igen... Kanske är drakhjärtan likadana?

But both had the remote, virgin look of modern girls, sisters of Artemis rather than of Hebe.

Aja gave Loor an up and down once-over. She then said, Is Loor a man's name or a woman's name? Ouch. Loor answered, It is the name of a legendary hero on Zadaa. A woman. Really? Aja said. What did she do that was so heroic? She killed her enemies and ate them.

It is difficult for gods to walk the earth without taking the forms of beasts.

Renovate your life, the old myths say, and the universe is yours.

And ne er did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a naiad or a grace Of finer form or lovelier face.......

I remember," someone said, "how in ancient times one could turn a wolf into a human and then lecture it to one's heart's content.

Jak ?íkám, romantická láska existovala i d?ív než v 12. století, ale neidealizovala se a p?íb?h Parida a Heleny je skv?lý p?íklad. Láska jim p?inesla jen prchavé št?stí, ale celkov? to byla katastrofa.

We are all creatures of myth, shadowed by archaic images of life and death.

It is said that the first storyteller crept at night to listen to the gods talking in their sleep — so each tale collected contained the breath of gods.

There is a place above, where Scorpio bent, In tail and arms surrounds a vast extent; In a wide circuit of the heavens he shines, And fills the place of two celestial signs.

Words that provoked the gods once from him fell. No beasts so fierce, said he, but I can quell; When lo! the earth a baleful Scorpion sent, To kill Latona was the dire intent. Orion saved her, though himself was slain, But did for that a spacious place obtain In heaven. To thee my life, said she, was dear, And for thy merit shine illustrious there.

...for the gods too love a joke...

A burning map. Every epic, my friend Jack used to say, should start with a burning map. Like in the movies. Fucking flames burning the world away; that's the best thing about all those old films, he said -- when you see this old parchment map just ... getting darker and darker in the centre, crisping, crinkling until suddenly it just ... fwoom.

Let sleeping gods lie.

Drink, drink! Bacchus is the enemy of Venus. "From The Diary Of An Orange Tree

We [sea folk] can live to be three hundred years old, but when we perish we turn into mere foam on the sea.

A cultured society that has fallen away from its religious traditions expects more from art than the aesthetic consciousness and the 'standpoint of art' can deliver. The Romantic desire for a new mythology... gives the artist and his task in the world the consciousness of a new consecration. He is something like a 'secular saviour' for his creations are expected to achieve on a small scale the propitiation of disaster for which an unsaved world hopes.

My mind was on a silent hillside, in a land far away, and gods who should be left to sleep. *

Maybe somebody will come along and be, like, a Tolkien for horror.

Vampires don't sparkle.

Orion's butt used to be a tuba," said Rigel, "and that's why it makes those noises.

I flew too near the sun and my wax wings fell off

fortaleza y el ingenio (bi? y m?tis), representadas respectivamente por Aquiles y Ulises (u Odiseo);