Quotes About Myth

The reality of Britain is vibrant multiculturalism, but the myth we export is an all-white world of lords and ladies. Conversely, American society is pretty segregated, but the myth it exports is of a racial melting-pot, everyone solving crimes and fighting aliens side by side.

Adam Hess - he thinks that if you swallow enough chewing gum you go from being left-handed to being right-handed, and vice versa, but he is my best friend anyway.

Two centuries ago, when our nation lost its sovereignty and was partitioned among Russia, Prussia and Austria, Polish Romantics like the poet and nationalist Adam Mickiewicz declared that independence would come only with great sacrifice. Ever since, this myth of the martyr, or messianic victim, has emerged during times of national crisis.

I'm as much a victim of the romantic myth of 'getting away' as anyone else. My head tells me it's myth, but I don't want to believe it is.

Companies often become victims of their own mythologies.

But the fact is we did have colonies in the east of Poland, we did have a slave economy there. But this is not common knowledge - or part of our national myth. It goes against the current romanticised view of the government, and much of the country, that Poles have always been victims, never oppressors.

We are all victims of the marketing that says cooking is hard and takes too long, but that's simply not true. Scrambled eggs take five minutes to make.

History written by the victims trickles down in the form of folklore.

'Believe women' only works as a rule of thumb when all women are good. That myth falls flat outside Victorian England.

Legend remains victorious in spite of history.

The video for 'Whatever' is kind of a documentary in a way. It's showing that love can last. Not just in your early 20s or your late 30s, but in your 50s, 60s and 70s. There's an awful myth out there that when you get married, love and lovemaking fade. It's not true.

I've always heard that Gypsies are known for their charm. An unfounded myth, it seems." Cam's golden eyes narrowed into tigerish slits. "We're also known for carrying off gadji maidens.

I circled the next puddle and said, "I'm going to let you in on a secret: People don't grow up like you think they do." Rae sighed and said, "What are you talking about?" "The whole grown-up thing is a myth. Whatever is wrong with you now will probably be wrong with you in twenty years.

Now that I'm twelve, I don't believe in the rougarou and the buggerman and Mad Captain Jack of the river pirates.

Dr. Jan Yager, a sociologist, friendship expert and author of When Friendship Hurts, states, "For some, admitting to a broken friendship has become like admitting to a failed marriage. Over the last two decades, a myth of lifelong friendship has emerged, even as the ideal of a lifelong marriage has, sadly, become an unrealistic reality for many people.

And so they lived many happy years, and the promised tasks were accomplished. Yet long afterward, when all had passed away into distant memory, there were many who wondered whether King Taran, Queen Eilonwy, and their companions had indeed walked the earth, or whether they had been no more than dreams in a tale set down to beguile children. And, in time, only the bards knew the truth of it.

In the real, grown-up world, unicorns were more plentiful than Prince Charmings.

Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others. —Oscar Wilde

I don't believe in faeries!

Death by nursery tale. Hell's bells.

Guys who get their name splashed all over history and folklore don't tend to be Boy Scout troop leaders.

One of the Old Ones is known as the Sleeper. It's said his tomb is somewhere under the Pacific. And that goddamned moron Lovecraft published stories and easy-to-remember rhymes about the thing.

Misinformation about rattlesnakes is a leitmotiv of the insomniac imagination in Los Angeles.

King Arthur is treated like George Washington often is—as a hero who is so noble and so far above the common man that he seems more like a stuffed owl than a real person.