Quotes About Mythology

The ancients rightly called this internal longing for wholeness "fate" or "destiny," the "inner voice" or the "call of the gods." It has an inevitability, authority, and finality to it, and was at the heart of almost all mythology. Almost all heroes heard an inner voice that spoke to them. In fact, their heroism was in their ability to hear that voice and to risk following it—wherever!

Those who walk the full and entire journey are considered "called" or "chosen" in the Bible, perhaps "fated" or "destined" in world mythology and literature, but always they are the ones who have heard some deep invitation to "something more," and set out to find it by both grace and daring.

Heroes can only thrive where ignorance reduces history to mythology. They. cannot survive the coldly critical temper of modern thought when it is functioning normally, nor can they be worshipped by a generation which has every facility for determining their foibles and analyzing their limitations.

Rachel: You're a half-blood, too? Annabeth: Shhh! Just announce it to the world, how about? Rachel: Okay. Hey, everybody! These two aren't human! They're half Greek god!...They don't seem to care.

Hercules,huh? Percy frowned. That guy was like the Starbucks of Ancient Greece. Everywhere you turn--there he is.

Can we just call them storm spirits?" Leo asked. "Venti makes them sound like evil espresso drinks.

Gaea?" Leo shook his head. "Isn't that Mother Nature? She's supposed to have, like, flowers in her hair and birds singing around her and dear and rabbits doing her laundry." "Leo, that's Snow White," Piper said.

It's him, I said. Typhon. I was seriously hoping Chiron would say something good, like 'No, that's our huge friend Leroy! He's going to help us!

She said this in the same way you might say Fields of Punishment or Hades's gym shorts.

I told Tantalus to go chase a doughnut.

Jeez, Hazel, Percy said, tell your horse to watch his language. Hazel tried not to laugh. What did he say? With the cussing removed? He said he can get us to the top. Frank looked incredulous. I thought the horse couldn't fly! This time Arion whinnied so angrily, even Hazel could guess he was cursing. Dude, Percy told the horse, I've gotten suspended for saying less than that...

You're Dionysus, I said. The god of wine. Mr. D rolled his eyes. What do they say these days, Grover? Do the children say 'Well duh!'? Y-yes, Mr. D. Then, well, duh! Percy Jackson. Did you think I was Aphrodite, perhaps? You're a god. Yes, child. A god. You.

She glanced at the minotaur horn in my hands, then back at me. I imagined she was going to say, You killed a minotaur! or Wow, you're so awesome! or something like that. Instead she said, You drool when you sleep.

I felt like one of Apollo's sacred cows- slow, dumb, and bright red.

I love New York. You can pop out of the Underworld in Central Park, hail a taxi, head down Fifth Avenue with a giant hellhound loping behind you, and nobody even looks at you funny.

Never seen Jason fly before, Percy grumbled. He looks like a blond Superman

Reyna sent me to get Percy, Frank said. Did Octavian accept you? Yeah, Percy said. He slaughtered my panda.

Safety from what? Who's after me? Oh, nobody much, Grover said, obviously still miffed about the donkey comment. Just the Lord of the Dead and a few of his blood-thirstiest minions.

Mythologically speaking, if there's anything I hate worse than trios of old ladies, it's bulls. Last summer, I fought the Minotaur on top of Half-Blood Hill. This time what I saw up there was even worse: two bulls. And not just regular bulls - bronze ones the size of elephants. And even that wasn't bad enough. Naturally they had to breathe fire, too.

You speak horse? Hazel asked. Speaking to horses is a Poseidon thing, Percy said. Uh, I mean a Neptune thing. Then you and Arion should get along fine, Hazel said. He's a son of Neptune too. Percy turned pale. Excuse me?

Die, enemies of Ra! Sekhemet yelled. Perish in agony! She's almost as annoying as you, I told Horus. Impossible, Horus said. No one bests Horus.

Oh, come on!' Percy complained. 'I get a little nosebleed and I wake up the entire earth? That's not fair!

I still don't understand what a sea god would be doing in Atlanta. Leo snorted. What's a wine god doing in Kansas? Gods are weird.

They're Lares. House gods. House gods, Percy said. Like...smaller than real gods, but larger than apartment gods?