Quotes About Mythology

An entire mythology is stored within our language.

Mythology is a vast body of knowledge that has not been tapped.

Even Superman's name reflects his creators' biblical knowledge.

A creator who no longer remembered the creation: Wasn't that the definition of a god?

I can see the thickness to your skin, Megara. You are tough. Courageous. Proud. I will assist you however I can." Meg had heard tales of Athena helping those on heroic endeavors, but she'd never imagined she'd be worthy of such a thing.

She'd died, been saved from the river Styx, and been offered the chance to become a god all in one day. It was a lot to swallow for any girl.

Hera said if I proved my worth, she'd make me a god so Hercules and I could be together." Phil nearly fell over again. "Holy Hera." Red nodded. "My thoughts exactly.

Immortals." Leda ground her teeth. "They should be called Insufferables.

I AM ORFEO FEAR ME

aureole of Saint Patrick banishing snakes

looked up and found the Great Bear. I told her, In Italy, they used to blame the influence of the constellations for making them sick—that's where influenza comes from.

to thor* Zeus had replied that he had pulled fluffballs of lint out of his bellybutton that were bigger than Asgard

Unlike fairies who could produce only a single child every twenty years, Mud People bred like rodents.

More history than ever is today being revised or invented by people who do not want the real past, but only a past that suits their purpose. Today is the great age of historical mythology. The defence of history by its professionals is today more urgent in politics than ever. We are needed.

The ascending spiral, one of the central images of early American letters and employed especially by Emerson, is probably an unconscious piece of every American's personal mythology. Its shorthand name is progress.

aphrodite's laughter shakes the sky

For what angry God arching backward over the world. his anus spitting fire, the fetid breath of his mouth propelling blood-colored clouds, his navel full of burnt pitch and singed feathers, have we given our eyes, our teeth, our eyeglasses, bales of our our hair, and the magic of our worthless gold?

I loved Aphrodite from the first and steeped myself in her legends. My mother told me that in ancient times her rituals were bloody and cruel, but I only half believed it.

She explains that in the evolution of religions, the god of the old religion always becomes the devil of the new.

OdkÄ…d Å›miertelnicy gromadzÄ… siÄ™ podczas tajemniczych nocy nieustannie, nieustannie rozprawiajÄ…. Nie znoszÄ… ignorancji, a wiÄ™c tworzÄ… wiedzÄ™. WymyÅ›lajÄ… mity, wymyÅ›lajÄ… bóstwa, wymyÅ›lajÄ… boga, wymyÅ›lajÄ… naukÄ™. Bogowie siÄ™ zmieniajÄ…, nastÄ™pujÄ… po sobie, umierajÄ…. Modele kosmologiczne podobnie. Pozostaje jedynie ambicja, ambicja, ?eby wyjaÅ›nia?.

But what is a legend if not a story so great it has survived the retelling of countless generations?

Without a mythology, faith is impersonal and heartless.

can shoot an arrow into it and make it rain blood.

Without the weight of the world on his shoulders, Cal made love like the Native American god of sex, whomever that may be.