Quotes About Mythology

Man wasn't made to share the universe with gods.

Contemporary fantasists all bow politely to Lord Tennyson and Papa Tolkien, then step around them to go back to the original texts for inspiration--and there are a lot of those texts. We have King Arthur and his gang in English; we've got Siegfried and Brunhild in German; Charlemagne and Roland in French; El Cid in Spanish; Sigurd the Volsung in Icelandic; and assorted 'myghtiest Knights on lyfe' in a half-dozen other cultures. Without shame, we pillage medieval romance for all we're worth.

In Khuram it is said that a man with a single knife can kill two thousand men in a single night.

In a nation whose great informing myth is that it has no great informing myth, familiarity equaled timelessness

The great myth is that the bad ones don't last long.

Oh, manifold is their kindred, and who shall tell them all? There are they that rule o'er men folk, and the stars that rise and fall." Sigurd the Volsung

As lovely as Aphrodite - as wise as Athena - with the speed of Mercury and the strength of Hercules - she is known only as Wonder Woman.

The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies.

She smiled with so sweet a cheer That had Narcissus seen her as she stood Self-love had never drowned him in the flood

The words of Mercury are harsh after the songs of Apollo. You that; we this way.

The raging rocks And shivering shocks Shall break the locks        Of prison gates: And Phibbus' car Shall shine from far, And make and mar        The foolish Fates.

As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war.

I will in the interim undertake one of Hercules' labours...

He is now as valiant as Hercules that only tells a lie and swears it.

Come, come, be every one officious To make this banquet; which I wish may prove More stern and bloody than the Centaurs' feast.

Later these tales would be retold and embellished by the genius of Mallory, Spenser, and Tennyson.

Eve from the rib, Venus from foam, Minerva from Jupiter's head – All three were more real than me. When he isn't looking at me, I try to catch my reflection on the wall. And I see the nail where a picture used to be.

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Don't go away! Have a taste of old Monkey's rod!

Was this the face that launched a thousand ships, and burnt the topless towers of Ileum?

I am a shepherd, too, like Polyphemus, so I knew all about it.

Los griegos creían que cualquier persona podía desbloquear un potencial sobrehumano activando los tres pilares del heroísmo: la habilidad, la fuerza y la compasión. Y tenían razón. Se puede.

The ancient Greeks knew this; their entire culture was built on the premise that everyone is tinged with a touch of the godly. To be a hero, you had to learn how to think, run, fight, and talk—even eat, sleep, and crawl—like a hero.

Kairos was young and wing-footed and forever gorgeous, despite having no hair except a single shock over his forehead. Kairos is the god of golden opportunities and guardian of outlaws, and he could work wonders for you if you were quick enough to grab him by the forelock.