Quotes About Mythology

May we enter, my goddess? I have a nervous old woman out here who is about to wet himself with worry that his brother is dead. Caleb

Music has charms to soothe a savage breaste is what the playwright William Congreve actually wrote. But it's part of our mythology: a wild or angry animal calmed or tamed by music. Which makes sense, given all we know about how music can affect the spirits of a human being.

By the time humankind reaches the stage of writing its mythology and laws, patriarchy is definitively established: it is males who write the codes.

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It's one of our favorite American myths that broad plains necessarily make broad minds, and high mountains make high purpose.

From the Niflung lineage came Gjuki.

rumore di gatto, barba di donna, radici di montagna, tendini d'orso, respiro di pesce e sputo d'uccello.

Laius was killed, they say, by certain travelers.

Oh how she wept, mourning the marriage-bed where she let loose that double brood—monsters— husband by her husband, children by her child.

Nowhere Apollo's golden glory now— the gods, the gods go down.

Niin monet miehet ovat naineet unissaan äitiään.

This way, O come! The angel of the dead, Hermes, and veiled Persephone lead me on!

Ulysses was not comely, but he was eloquent, Yet he fired two goddesses of the sea with love

I think we live in a country where self-mythology or making up legends about your own life is something everyone does.

We need heroes, however outlandish, because although we might not be slaying real dragons, we all have our quests.

Such strains as would have won the earOf Pluto, to have quite set freeHis half-regain'd Eurydice.These delights, if thou canst give,Mirth, with thee, I mean to live.

Or bid the soul of Orpheus singSuch notes as, warbled to the string,Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

Far off from these a slow and silent stream,Lethe the river of oblivion rolls.

These my sky-robes, spun out of Iris' woof.

Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of artsAnd eloquence.

The story is alternately hopeful and discouraging. Parish boundaries in the urban North served to foster communities of the sort admired by contemporary intellectuals at one historical moment, but proved unable to separate "community" from racial mythology at another. Parochial institutions strengthened individuals while occasionally becoming rallying points for bigotry. The extant literature on religion and race sidesteps this complexity.

My people say Gaea likes a good story, and she likes great heroes. Are you a hero?

There is only one Goddess, even to the angels. Gaea is known to all the races within her.

Mighty as Gaea was, she had seen better days.