Quotes About Myth

if we do not tell our stories faithfully, they will gradually change over time until they become quite unrecognizable. With a story like this—one that has in the minds of many supplanted the story of the Christ child—we have to remember that St. Nicholas probably would have slugged somebody over it.

The independence of art from worldview and worldview concerns is a myth. Every work of art is produced within a framework of worldview assumptions.

Cuando alguien es capaz de darse cuenta de que su percepción de la Realidad no es pura, sino determinada por el mito que ha hecho suyo y puede percatarse de las características y del poder de este último, da un primer paso hacia la Iluminación.

Equality is a myth to protect the weak. some of us are strong in the Force, others are not. Only a fool believes otherwise.

Equality is a lie," Bane told her. "A myth to appease the masses. Simply look around and you will see the lie for what it is! There are those with power, those with the strength and will to lead. And there are those meant to follow—those incapable of anything but servitude and a meager, worthless existence. "Equality is a perversion of the natural order!

Myth is supposed to bring us together, but fantasy alienates us.

Life balance is a myth. It's an illusion and the very pursuit of it is driving us crazy. For me it's about proportion - it's really a work hard/play hard equation.

Successful model? That's a myth. The year I modeled was the most painful year of my life. Editors would always talk to you in the third person as though you were merely a piece of merchandise.

There are always the simple events of your life that you might try to convert into legend.

I think of a myth as a story that helps you explain all the different pieces of your life. In that broad sense, there is no way to live without mythology.

Fiction is the history of the obscure.

I had said before that all stories were magic. It had never occurred to me that all magic was stories.

Nothing mortal can last. At best it can leave legends that can bear fruit in later ages.

Left to themselves, people remake their origin stories every few generations to suit present circumstances.

Nothing mortal can last. At best it can leave legends that can bear fruit in later ages." After

I don't want you to leap into another relationship without thinking. Looking for perfect is a big, fat myth because perfect isn't out there.

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I think it no accident that the myth of the isolated achievement so often promotes women writers' less good work as their best work.

His tastes were essentially for what had magnitude and a suggestion of myth: the heroic and the romantic never failed to excite his imagination

Manatees are real, mermaids aren't. Rhinoceroses exist and sea monsters don't. There are no more sea serpents guarding deadly whirlpools. There are pirates, yes, but there is nothing romantic about them. The rest is all stories, and stories have been put in their place.

A child conceived on Christmas Eve is considered unlucky and will later resent his parents for their unholy transgression, their lack of control and piety. The child may be deformed with a harelip or be cursed with the ears and head of a wolf. Or the infant may be born a werewolf.

Sylvie had read somewhere that the more times a story was told, the less accurate it became. Humans were prone to exaggeration; they leaned away from the parts of the narrative they found boring and leaned into the exciting spots. Details and timelines changed over years of repetition. The story became more myth and less true. Sylvie thought about how she and William rarely told their story and felt pleased; by not being shared, their love story remained intact.

Time slipped and slid around him, unanchored by any fact that could be verified. Perhaps it did not matter. 'Where does our story take place, and when?' asked Cocteau at the start of Orphée. 'It's the privilege of legends to be ageless. Comme il vous plaira. As you please.

It is extraordinary that nobody nowadays under the stress of great troubles is turned into stone or a bird or a tree or some inanimate object; they used to undergo such metamorphoses in ancient times (or so they say), though whether that is myth or a true story I know not. Maybe it would be better to change one's nature into something that lacks all feeling, rather than be so sensitive to evil. Had that been possible, these calamities would in all probability have turned me to stone.