Quotes About Dragon

I'm still a small shrimp, not a dragon.

El hecho es que la participación de un dragón en la epopeya de Beowulf parece disminuirla a nuestro ojos. Creemos en el león como realidad y como símbolo; creemos en el minotauro como símbolo, ya que no como realidad; pero el dragón se el menos afortunado de los animales fabulosos.

A constant image [in myths] is that of the conflict of the eagle and the serpent. The serpent bound to the earth, the eagle in spiritual flight – isn't that conflict something we all experience? And then, when the two amalgamate, we get a wonderful dragon, a serpent with wings.

The hero whose attachment to ego is already annihilate passes back and forth across the horizons of the world, in and out of the dragon, as readily as a king through all the rooms of his house. And therein lies his power to save; for his passing and returning demonstrate that through all the contraries of phenomenality the Un-create- Imperishable remains, and there is nothing to fear (93).

of that dragon power. When Siegfried has killed the dragon and tasted the blood, he hears the song of nature. He has transcended his humanity and reassociated himself with the powers of nature, which are the powers of our life, and from which our minds remove us. You see, consciousness thinks it's running the

I have a strong feeling that the U.S.A. has lost the world, will be used by everybody as a 'fall guy', and is the Dragon to be tricked and plundered: old Fafnir with his gold-horde and grandfatherly willingness to be of help to his own destroyer. My sympathy, this time, is with the Dragon.

The ultimate dragon is within you. It is your ego clamping you down.

The society is the enemy when it imposes its structures on the individual. On the dragon there are many scales. Every one of them says Thou Shalt. Kill the dragon Thou Shalt. When one has killed that dragon, one has become The Child.

Jealousy is the dragon in paradise; the hell of heaven; and the most bitter of the emotions because associated with the sweetest.

I imagine the insides of myself sometimes-- part female, part male, part terrible dragon.

I was shocked when 'The Hobbit' ended where it ended. I wasn't paying attention to what they were doing; I didn't know they had another movie, and I couldn't believe it was when the dragon came out.

He's got the place to himself. Once the other invalids learned there was a dragon coming, they miraculously got well! The lame could walk and the blind decided they didn't really need to see. He's a panacea.

Excellent. It looks like we've got it all worked out for me to join a group of men sworn to kill me so we can face off with a dragon that melts stone with his breath." She grinned. "And Stagger used to complain that I never planned ahead.

Yeah - I wanna be the sister to Khaleesi in 'Game of Thrones.' I wanna be a dragon lady; that would be really fun!

He was impugning my virtue. I ought to have been offended, but for some reason the idea tickled me. That could be my next career: instrument of torture! Seducing prisoners, and then revealing my dragon scales! They would confess out of sheer horror.

An aged monk led me to the infirmary. "He's got the place to himself. Once the other invalids learned there was a dragon coming they miraculously got well! The lame could walk and the blind decided they didn't really need to see. He's a panacea.

You bluffed him? A Porphyrian double ton of fire and brimstone, fangs like swords, claws like … like swords! And you just … bluffed him?

He considered the importance of what he was to do, and calmed himself. He felt the dragon's mood and acknowledged it. It was a willingness to accept whatever fate brought, but without a resignation to defeat. Death might come, but with it might also come victory.

Forget uniforms or nominal allegiances—if it wears a weapon and scars, it's no safer than the next starving wild dog. Feed and water with care, walk like you're carrying dragon eggs, and never, never get between rival packs.

He was not a modest man. Contemplating suicide, he summoned a dragon.' Gothos' Folly

One thing I've learnt about humans: you can't judge their strength by the size of their actions, but by the devotion of an act, no matter how small.

My wretched dragon is perplexed.

The Toaster] A silver-scaled dragon with jaws flaming red sits at my elbow and toasts my bread. I hand him fat slices, then one by one he hands them back when he sees they are done.

He understood immediately, and asked, 'What about the fire the dragon is breathing?' I said it was the same fire that burns inside everyone who is being trampled on. The same fire that can turn us into ashes and waste, but which sometimes, if some old fool like Holger spots us, plays chess with us and talks to us and just takes an interest, can become something totally different: a force which allows us to strike back.