Quotes About Mythology

Thrice they tried to pile Ossa on Pelion, yes, and roll up leafy Olympus upon Ossa; thrice the Father of Heaven split the mountains apart with his thunderbolt.

The gods thought otherwise.

Uneven numbers are the gods' delight.

We have made you [Priapus] of marble for the time being.

We descend from Jove; in ancestral Jove Troy's sons rejoice.

This life the old Sabines knew long ago; Remus knew it, and his brother.

And no less happy he who knows the rural gods.

In the very earliest times, when both people and animals lived on earth, a person could become an animal if he wanted to, and an animal could become a human being. Sometimes they were people and sometimes animals and there was no difference. All spoke the same language. That was the time when words were like magic. NALUNGLAQ, A NETSILIK ESKIMO

Dragons don't ask for maidens, he said. Dragons are offered maidens. Alys shook her head to show she didn't understand. Is a king likely to be a maiden? Or a village headman? It's the men who make the laws that decree that maidens be offered.

Sabism is a thematic pallet, philosophical colourism, chromatic signature and dual art, soft scale, poetics of attractiveness, mythologism, actual value, logism of color, active color, logical panel.

I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked

Cuchulain stirred, Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard The cars of battle and his own name cried; And fought with the invulnerable tide.

He was a great teller of tales, and unlike our common romancers, knew how to empty heaven, hell, and purgatory, faeryland and earth, to people his stories.

The Irish word for fairy is sheehogue [sidheóg], a diminutive of "shee" in banshee. Fairies are deenee shee [daoine sidhe] (fairy people).

The old brown thorn trees break in two high over Cummen Strand   Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand;   Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black wind and dies,   But we have hidden in our hearts the flame out of the eyes   Of Cathleen the daughter of Hoolihan.

asked him had he ever seen the faeries, and got the reply, "Am I not annoyed with them?" I asked too if he had ever seen the banshee. "I have seen it," he said, "down there by the water, batting the river with its hands.

Young Man. Aoife is far away. I am alone. I have come alone in the midst of you To weigh this sword against Cuchullain's sword.

The Merrow, of if you write it in the Irish, Moruadh or Murúghach, from muir, sea, and oigh, a maid, is not uncommon, they say, on the wilder coasts. The fishermen do not like to see them, for it always means coming gales.

Animal femurs ascribed to saints who never existed, are still *** more holy than portraits of conquerors who, unfortunately, did

Paganism attributes the creation of the world to blind chance.

Christmas is the Disneyfication of Christianity.

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.

My dad was just a big Joseph Campbell nut.

I guess it started in London, the night our dad blew up the British museum.