Quotes About Myth

V?l k?da Ledvilas le?enda ir su?u bar?bas magn?ts M?ršals Alriks, kurš uzlaboja savu skriešanas ?trumu, likdams ?irur?iski no?emt sev k?ju pirkstu nagus. " Tie t?pat man krita nost, " paskaidroja M?ršals.

The friend of wisdom is also a friend of the myth. —ARISTOTLE

Canada is a myth people made up to entertain children, like the Tooth Fairy. There's no such place.

A myth... is a metaphor for a mystery beyond human comprehension. It is a comparison that helps us understand, by analogy, some aspect of our mysterious selves. A myth, in this way of thinking, is not an untruth but a way of reaching a profound truth.

We do not destroy religion by destroying superstition.

As I said, history is written by the victors. The truth is, the villains were less villainous, and the heroes less heroic, than you've been told.

Lucius had told him word was out that he was dead. Han decided that being dead made travel much easier.

It has been forever that people aspire towards liberty and rejoiced averytime they lost it. The mortals never loved with passion except those who handcuffed them . And whom they turn into myth? The executioners of their freedom

Bestaat er een leven dat niet doordrongen is van levensnoodzakelijke vergissingen? Bestaat er een helder, transparant leven, zonder vernederende wortels, zonder verzonnen motieven, zonder mythen die uit begeerte zijn ontstaan?

I don't believe in God because I don't believe in Mother Goose.

When she was a little girl, her aunt, in order to frighten her, insisted that the vampire – the one that sucks human blood by biting its victims in the flesh of the neck – casts no reflection in the mirror. She reckoned that it might not be such a bad thing being a vampire, for the blood would add a touch of pink to her sallow complexion. For she gave the impression of having no blood unless a day might come when she would have to spill it.

When she was a little girl, her aunt, in order to frighten her, insisted that the vampire - the ones that sucks human blood by biting its victims in the flesh of the neck - casts no reflection in the mirror. She reckoned that it might not be such a bad thing being a vampire, for the blood would add a touch of punk to her sallow complexion. For she gave the impression of having no blood unless a day might come when she would have to spill it.

Happiness, of all myths the least likely.

I was full of myth, which is to say full of an idea.

Race preservation is a myth … a myth that you all have lived by—a sordid thing that has arisen out of your social structure. The race ends every day. When a man dies the race ends for him—so far as he's concerned there is no longer any race.

YOU YOU YOU your eyes, thick as a high school scrapbook crackling and yellow, curling at the edges a book of myths in which i do not appear.

In overly mythologizing our ancestors, we forget an all-too-important reality: the vast majority were ordinary people, which is to say they were people just like everyone else. This ordinariness is only shameful when used to legitimate oppression. This is its own quiet violence.

Nothing ever begins. There is no first moment; no single word or place from which this or any story springs. The threads can always be traced back to some earlier tale, and the tales that preceded that; though as the narrator's voice recedes the connections will seem to grow more tenuous, for each age will want the tale told as if it were of its own making.

The past is real but marbled by beliefs That turned to myth as time eroded them.

The belief in the innate virtues of constitutions is as baseless as was the belief in the natural superiorities of royal personages.

primitive man has never existed; he is nothing but a poetical creation of monistic imagination

He draws a line under his conclusions. Says, 'Gregory, what should I do about the great worm?' 'Send a commission against it, sir,' the boy says. 'It must be put down.' He gives his son a long look. 'You do know it's Arthur Cobbler's tales?' Gregory gives him a long look back. 'Yes, I do know.' He sounds regretful. 'But it makes people so happy when I believe them.

MURRY: I believe in a lot of things. Santa Claus, magic, vampires, and even ghosts but I don't believe in luck. Good or bad.

Remember when . . . ? Stories like that were will-o'-the-wisps, glowing in the deepest, darkest parts of forests, leading travelers farther and farther from safety, out toward an ever-moving mark.