Quotes About Myth

Then he told them another story and it was this story.

makes its home and therefore we can never be done with the telling. Of the telling there is no end. And whether in Caborca or in Huisiachepic or in whatever other place by whatever other name or by no name at all I say again all tales are one. Rightly heard all tales are one.

La gente dice que el coyote es un brujo. Muchas veces el brujo es un coyote.

SönmüÅŸ aÅŸklar?n fani ete kaz?nm?? efsaneleri.

after a while someone asked the expriest if it were true that at one time there had been two moons in the sky and the expriest eyed the false moon above them and said that it may well have been so. But certainly the wise high God in his dismay at the proliferation of lunacy on this earth must have wetted a thumb and leaned down out of the abyss and pinched it hissing into extinction.

Well, I'll tell ye, they ain't no more heroes.

It had always been a myth that it was those who loved you who could see through you. It was those you feared who could see through you most clearly.

Ich suche seit Jahren nach diesem Schloss! Dornröschens Bett. Die Kaiserin würde ein Vermögen dafür zahlen.' Clara blickte ungläublig über den stillen Hof. 'Angeblich findet jeder, den in dem Bett schläft, wahre Liebe. Aber wie es scheint,' Jacob musterte die dunklen Fenster, 'ist der Prinz nie gekommen.' Oder er war wie ein ausgespie?ter Vogel in den Dornen verendet.

Sai bene come finiscono gli eroi. Non hanno né mogli né figli, e non diventano vecchi.

You're also not white. You ever hear those heritage-not-hate types, that myth that the Irish were the first slaves in America? They're an interesting bunch. They're so close, you know, so close to understanding that whiteness is a thing that other people choose for you. People are white if whiteness is endowed upon them by the wider whiteness. It starts before birth and carries on after you're dead. And what whiteness gives, it can take away.

The plural of anecdote isn't fact.

There may yet come a time when Heroes are needed once more. There may yet come a time when the dragons will come back.

I'm not going to say the rule doesn't exist, but it's like Santa Claus. It's only real if you believe in it.

But you have there the myth of the essential white America. All the other stuff, the love, the democracy, the floundering into lust, is a sort of by-play. The essential American soul is hard, isolate, stoic, and a killer. It has never yet melted.

Renovate your life, the old myths say, and the universe is yours.

The myth of heaven indicates peace and night. The myth of heaven indicates the soul; The soul is always beautiful . . . it appears more or it appears less . . . it comes or lags behind

As long as there is still one beggar around, there will still be myth.

What a myth never contains is the critical power to separate its truth from its errors.

Are you Satan? Satan was just a story. I am Karnak.

Did not learned men, too, hold, till within the last twenty-five years, that a flying dragon was an impossible monster? And do we not now know that there are hundreds of them found fossil up and down the world? People call them Pterodactyles: but that is only because they are ashamed to call them flying dragons, after denying so long that flying dragons could exist.

It was in America that Santa put on weight.

One of the favorite speakers was a man in red who warned of sickle-cell anemia, 'a deadly organism lurking in all nigger blood.' 'If so much as one drop of nigger blood gets in your baby's cereal,' he said, 'the baby will surely die in one year.' He did not explain how he thought a negro would come to bleed in anyone's cereal.

Better to be a legend than a star.

As for mother Eve - I wasn't there and can't deny the story, but I will say this. If she brought evil into the world, we men have had the lion's share of keeping it going ever since.