Quotes About Medusa

Writer's block results from too much head. Cut off your head. Pegasus, poetry, was born of Medusa when her head was cut off. You have to be reckless when writing. Be as crazy as your conscience allows.

every which way, making her resemble a cross between Cruella DeVille and Medusa, she thought disgustedly. She needed a barrette, a headband, something. Inspiration struck. Lou rifled through the bridal debris until she found the item she'd been looking for: her veil. Lips pursed

The title of The Raft of the Medusa, incidentally, is not The Raft of the Medusa. The painting was listed in the Salon catalogue as Scène de naufrage – Scene of Shipwreck. A cautious political move? Perhaps. But it's equally a useful instruction to the spectator: this is a painting, not an opinion. "Keeping an Eye Open".

Heroes! Euryale said with disgust. They always bring that up, just like our mother! 'why can't you turn people to stone? your sister can turn people to stone.' Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, boy! That was Medusa's curse alone. she was the most hideous one in the family. She got all the luck! Stheno looked hurt. Mother said I was the most hideous.

Look, ladies, we've been over this. I don't even remember killing Medusa. I don't remember anything! Can't we just call a truce and talk about your weekly specials? Stheno gave her sister a pouty look, which was hard to do with giant bronze tusks. Can we?

You're probably wondering: why were Medusa's kids a golden warrior and a winged horse? And how had they been stuck in Medusa's body all those years?Heck, I dunno. I'm just telling you how it was. You want stuff to make sense, you're in the wrong universe

Hey, Dad, can I borrow the severed head of Medusa tonight? I'm going out with my friends. Okay, honey, just bring it back by midnight, and don't petrify anyone.

Medusa… the sight of her face turned people into stone. [Here she is] perhaps a symbol of the ultimate sin, despair, which would petrify Dante and so trap him in Hell for ever.

He saw virus particles shaped like snakes, in negative images. They were white cobras tangled among themselves, like the hair of Medusa. They were the face of nature herself, the obscene goddess revealed naked. This life form thing was breathtakingly beautiful. As he stared at it, he found himself being pulled out of the human world into a world where moral boundaries blur and finally dissolve completely. He was lost in wonder and admiration, even though he knew that he was the prey. (149)

Empathy is more painful than medusa stings.

I have been making footprints in the dust and glitter of the virtual universe. It never occurred to me that, like the medusa, technology stares back and that its gaze might have petrified me, made me fearful to come down, down to Earth, where all the hard stuff happens, down to the check-out tills and the barcodes and the too many words for profit and the not enough words for pain.

That day, as I contemplated the Medusa, I felt the shattering heartbreak of a long-forgotten memory. My mind carried me back to a moment when I was ten years old, left by my mother to wander alone in the Art Institute of Chicago, scared and confused, until a small colorful diptych by Giovanni di Paolo beckoned to me from across a gallery. A portal opened. A month later, my mother committed suicide. The portal slammed shut. I never looked at art again. Until I did. —

if you are from Africa you recognize Medusa's wings as the wings of Egypt, and you recognize the head of Medusa as the head of Africa; and what you realize you are seeing is the Western world's memorialization of that period in prehistory when the white male world of Greece decapitated and destroyed the black female Goddess/Mother tradition and culture of Africa.

Beauty is that Medusa's head which men go armed to seek and sever, and dead will starve and sting forever.

Beauty is that Medusa's head Which men go armed to seek and sever. It is most deadly when most dead. And dead will stare and sting forever. —Archibald MacLeish, "Beauty

I am not a THAT. I am a pegasus, direct descendant of Poseidon and foaled by the Gorgon Medusa during the moment in which Perseus decapitated her--which, by the way, was rude. YOU, on the other hand, are descended from dirt." "Monkeys, actually. And YOU were designed by a toy company.

Pegasus's dad was poseidon, the god of the sea, and his mom was Medusa, and evil Gorgon who had fangs and lizard skin and living snakes for hair. And you thought your family was weird.

You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing.

Wouldn't the worst be, isn't the worst, in truth, that women aren't castrated, that they have only to stop listening to the Sirens (for the Sirens were men) for history to change its meaning? You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing.

while amulets bearing the image of Medusa protect against harmful magic spells.

Her tangle of wild black curls had enacted medusa feats in zero gravity.

You only have to look at the Medusa straight on to see her. And she's not deadly. She's beautiful and she's laughing.

Think about Medusa, with the snakes. If you shoot a movie in Europe, the financiers are three snakes, and they all have opinions. In Hollywood there are, like, 20 snakes.

Les joues, jusqu'ici restées colorées, devinrent livides, les yeux semblèrent jeter des étincelles venant tout droit de l'enfer, les rides qui apparurent sur le front ressemblaient aux replis des serpents de la Méduse, et la charmante bouche aux lèvres brillantes de sang s'ouvrit presque en forme de carré, comme dans ces masques grecs ou japonais qui représentent la colère.