100 Mythology Quotes And Sayings

Mythology is a collection of ancient stories and tales from which we have learned about the natural world, the human condition, and our relationship with the divine. It’s a vast body of knowledge that has been passed down from generation to generation. In this collection of mythological quotes, we explore some of the most profound myths that have influenced us all throughout history.

Name one hero who was happy." I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back." You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward." I can't."" I know. They never let you be famous AND happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret."" Tell me." I loved it when he was like this." I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it."" Why me?"" Because you're the reason. Swear it."" I swear it, " I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes." I swear it, " he echoed. We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned." I feel like I could eat the world raw. Madeline Miller
I have done it, " she says. At first I do not understand. But then I see the tomb, and the marks she has made on the stone. A C H I L L E S, it reads. And beside it, P A T R O C L U S."Go, " she says. "He waits for you." In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun. Madeline Miller
Love cannot live where there is no trust.
Love cannot live where there is no trust. Edith Hamilton
Do you think we can be friends?” I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend. Priya Ardis
Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you. Priya Ardis
You become mature when you become the authority of your...
You become mature when you become the authority of your own life. Joseph Campbell
Confidence is like a dragon where, for every head cut...
Confidence is like a dragon where, for every head cut off, two more heads grow back. Criss Jami
Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die.
Don't feel bad, I'm usually about to die. Rick Riordan
Can you surf really well, then?" I looked at Grover, who was trying hard not to laugh." Jeez, Nico, " I said. "I've never really tried." He went on asking questions. Did I fight a lot with Thalia, since she was a daughter of Zeus? (I didn't answer that one.) If Annabeth's mother was Athena, the goddess of wisdom, then why didn't Annabeth know better than to fall off a cliff? (I tried not to strangle Nico for asking that one.) Was Annabeth my girlfriend? (At this point, I was ready to stick the kid in a meat-flavored sack and throw him to the wolves.) . Rick Riordan
I said hello to the poodle.
I said hello to the poodle. Rick Riordan
Izzi: Remember Moses Morales? Tom Verde: Who? Izzi: The Mayan guide I told you about. Tom Verde: From your trip. Izzi: Yeah. The last night I was with him, he told me about his father, who had died. Well Moses wouldn't believe it. Tom Verde: Izzi.. Izzi: [embraces Tom] No, no. Listen, listen. He said that if they dug his father's body up, it would be gone. They planted a seed over his grave. The seed became a tree. Moses said his father became a part of that tree. He grew into the wood, into the bloom. And when a sparrow ate the tree's fruit, his father flew with the birds. He said.. death was his father's road to awe. That's what he called it. The road to awe. Now, I've been trying to write the last chapter and I haven't been able to get that out of my head! Tom Verde: Why are you telling me this? Izzi: I'm not afraid anymore, Tommy. . Darren Aronofsky
Tell me something. Do you believe in God?'Snow darted an apprehensive glance in my direction. 'What? Who still believes nowadays?'' It isn't that simple. I don't mean the traditional God of Earth religion. I'm no expert in the history of religions, and perhaps this is nothing new--do you happen to know if there was ever a belief in an..imperfect God?''What do you mean by imperfect?' Snow frowned. 'In a way all the gods of the old religions were imperfect, considered that their attributes were amplified human ones. The God of the Old Testament, for instance, required humble submission and sacrifices, and and was jealous of other gods. The Greek gods had fits of sulks and family quarrels, and they were just as imperfect as mortals..'' No, ' I interrupted. 'I'm not thinking of a god whose imperfection arises out of the candor of his human creators, but one whose imperfection represents his essential characteristic: a god limited in his omniscience and power, fallible, incapable of foreseeing the consequences of his acts, and creating things that lead to horror. He is a..sick god, whose ambitions exceed his powers and who does not realize it at first. A god who has created clocks, but not the time they measure. He has created systems or mechanisms that serves specific ends but have now overstepped and betrayed them. And he has created eternity, which was to have measured his power, and which measures his unending defeat.' Snow hesitated, but his attitude no longer showed any of the wary reserve of recent weeks:' There was Manicheanism..''Nothing at all to do with the principles of Good and Evil, ' I broke in immediately. 'This god has no existence outside of matter. He would like to free himself from matter, but he cannot..' Snow pondered for a while:' I don't know of any religion that answers your description. That kind of religion has never been..necessary. If i understand you, and I'm afraid I do, what you have in mind is an evolving god, who develops in the course of time, grows, and keeps increasing in power while remaining aware of his powerlessness. For your god, the divine condition is a situation without a goal. And understanding that, he despairs. But isn't this despairing god of yours mankind, Kelvin? Is it man you are talking about, and that is a fallacy, not just philosophically but also mystically speaking.' I kept on:' No, it's nothing to do with man. man may correspond to my provisional definition from some point of view, but that is because the definition has a lot of gaps. Man does not create gods, in spite of appearances. The times, the age, impose them on him. Man can serve is age or rebel against it, but the target of his cooperation or rebellion comes to him from outside. If there was only a since human being in existence, he would apparently be able to attempt the experiment of creating his own goals in complete freedom--apparently, because a man not brought up among other human beings cannot become a man. And the being--the being I have in mind--cannot exist in the plural, you see? ..Perhaps he has already been born somewhere, in some corner of the galaxy, and soon he will have some childish enthusiasm that will set him putting out one star and lighting another. We will notice him after a while..'' We already have, ' Snow said sarcastically. 'Novas and supernovas. According to you they are candles on his altar.'' If you're going to take what I say literally..'.. Snow asked abruptly:' What gave you this idea of an imperfect god?'' I don't know. It seems quite feasible to me. That is the only god I could imagine believing in, a god whose passion is not a redemption, who saves nothing, fulfills no purpose--a god who simply is. Unknown
I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now? John Lennon
The Bible has noble poetry in it... and some good...
The Bible has noble poetry in it... and some good morals and a wealth of obscenity, and upwards of a thousand lies. Mark Twain
After so many years even the fire of passion dies, and with it what was believed the light of the truth. Who of us is able to say now whether Hector or Achilles was right, Agamemnon or Priam, when they fought over the beauty of a woman who is now dust and ashes? Umberto Eco
Oh, he did look like a deity — the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way. Simona Panova
Tko npr. formulira govor o Bogu Abrahamovu, Izakovu i Jakovljevu tako da se u njemu više ne čuje Jobov uzdisaj i tužaljka 'Ta dokle još?', taj se ne bavi teologijom nego mitologijom. Johann Baptist Metz
Battles like that .. .” My voice lowered. “They look like they come down to one person or one action in one big, flashy moment, but they don’t. Major victories come in inches. Each action, each sacrifice, every small act of defiance adds up.. Kaitlin Bevis
Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile,...
Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”“ You whacked me on the head with a ball! ”“ You deserved it. Priya Ardis
I caught his hand. “What do you want me to...
I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?” Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die. Priya Ardis
He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I...
He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face. Priya Ardis
I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn’t saunter. He didn’t amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure. . Priya Ardis
Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the...
Rough palms cradled my face while my fingers gripped the pillow on either side of his. Lips, teeth, tongue, mingled together. I ate him up and didn’t let go until I had to come up for air. Priya Ardis
Yes, I’m Daniel Tahi." I know what your lips taste like. I know you roll your eyes when you think someone is an idiot. I know that you wish you were six inches shorter because you hate being taller than most of the boys you've ever met. Your name is tattooed across my chest and written on my heart. You are a fire daughter of earth, fanua afi and I am vasa loloa, son of the ocean. I am yours.. And you can’t even remember who I am. . Lani Wendt Young
Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an...
Matt was almost completely naked. A tattered loincloth and an ugly chain with a yellow diamond were his only apparel. Priya Ardis
You will be the one chosen to reach out to embrace man once again as the heart. So that all will be as it should. ‘Fatu-ma-le-ele-ele’ You will give your fire so that Man may live. And he will give his heart so that earth may live. Thus it has been spoken. Lani Wendt Young
I know, too, that death is the only god who...
I know, too, that death is the only god who comes when you call. Roger Zelazny
Rest in Peace?’ Why that phrase? That’s the most ridiculous phrase I’ve ever heard! You die, and they say ‘Rest in Peace! ’ …Why would one need to ‘rest’ when they’re dead?! I spent thousands of years of world history resting. While Agamemnon was leading his ships to Troy, I was resting. While Ovid was seducing women at the chariot races, I was resting. While Jeanne d’ Arc was hallucinating, I was resting. I wait until airplanes are scuttling across the sky to burst out onto the scene, and I’m only going to be here for a short while, so when I die, I certainly won’t need to rest again! Not while more adventures of the same kind are going on. Roman Payne
And when suddenlythe god stopped her and, with anguish in...
And when suddenlythe god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry, uttered the words: ‘He has turned round’ —she comprehended nothing and said softly: ‘Who? Rainer Maria Rilke
How do you give something away with the knowledge that...
How do you give something away with the knowledge that you will get it back in three days, and then claim it to be the 'Ultimate Sacrifice'? Jake Jesser
As often as we made love I remembered what my poet told me, that this man was born of a goddess, the force that moves the stars and the waves of the sea and couples the animals in the fields in spring, the power of passion, the light of the evening star. Unknown
Aeneas' mother is a star?"" No; a goddess." I said cautiously, "Venus is the power that we invoke in spring, in the garden, when things begin growing. And we call the evening star Venus."He thought it over. Perhaps having grown up in the country, among pagans like me, helped him understand my bewilderment. "So do we, he said. "But Venus also became more.. With the help of the Greeks. They call her Aphrodite..There was a great poet who praised her in Latin. Delight of men and gods, he called her, dear nurturer. Under the sliding star signs she fills the ship-laden sea and the fruitful earth with her being; through her the generations are conceived and rise up to see the sun; from her the storm clouds flee; to her the earth, the skillful maker, offers flowers. The wide levels of the sea smile at her, and all the quiet sky shines and streams with light.." It was the Venus I had prayed to, it was my prayer, though I had no such words. They filled my eyes with tears and my heart with inexpressible joy. Unknown
The difference between faith and insanity is that faith is the ability to hold firmly to a conclusion that is incompatible with the evidence, whereas insanity is the ability to hold firmly to a conclusion that is incompatible with the evidence. William Harwood
That night she wrote a hasty sketch and showed it to Oliver. "It's all right, " he said. "But I'd take out that stuff about Olympian mountains and the Stygian caverns of the mine. That's about used up, I should think. Wallace Stegner
Every religion is true one way or another. It is...
Every religion is true one way or another. It is true when understood metaphorically. But when it gets stuck in its own metaphors, interpreting them as facts, then you are in trouble. Joseph Campbell
A totally nondenominational prayer: Insofar as I may be heard by anything, which may or may not care what I say, I ask, if it matters, that I be forgiven for anything I may have done or failed to do which requires forgiveness.  Conversely, if not forgiveness but something else may be required to insure any possible benefit for which I may be eligible after the destruction of my body, I ask that this, whatever it may be, be granted or withheld, as the case may be, in such a manner as to insure said benefit. I ask this in my capacity as your elected intermediary between yourself and that which may not be yourself, but which may have an interest in the matter of your receiving as much as it is possible for you to receive of this thing, and which may in some way be influenced by this ceremony. Amen. Roger Zelazny
There seem to be only two kinds of people: Those who think that metaphors are facts, and those who know that they are not facts. Those who know they are not facts are what we call "atheists, " and those who think they are facts are "religious." Which group really gets the message? Joseph Campbell
All governments suffer a recurring problem: Power attracts pathological personalities....
All governments suffer a recurring problem: Power attracts pathological personalities. It is not that power corrupts but that it is magnetic to the corruptible. Frank Herbert
I know that you are wise. When you hear a true story, there is a part of you that responds to it regardless of art, regardless of evidence… You believe that the story is true, because you responded to it from that sense of truth deep within you. But that sense of truth does not respond to a story's factuality..[rather] to a story's causality - whether it faithfully shows the way the universe functions. Orson Scott Card
But is the unicorn a falsehood? It's the sweetest of animals and a noble symbol. It stands for Christ and for chastity; it can be captured only by setting a virgin in the forest, so that the animal, catching her most chaste odor, will go and lay its head in her lap, offering itself as prey to the hunters' snares."" So it is said, Adso. But many tend to believe that it's a fable, an invention of the pagans."" What a disappointment, " I said. "I would have liked to encounter one, crossing a wood. Otherwise what's the pleasure of crossing a wood? . Umberto Eco
As the Promethean fire which banished Darkness, so Knowledge bears...
As the Promethean fire which banished Darkness, so Knowledge bears the Power and the Light. Leanna Renee Hieber
What we're learning in our schools is not the wisdom of life. We're learning technologies, we're getting information. There's a curious reluctance on the part of faculties to indicate the life values of their subjects. Joseph Campbell
Odysseus inclines his head. "True. But fame is a strange thing. Some men gain glory after they die, while others fade. What is admired in one generation is abhorred in another." He spread his broad hands. "We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory. Who knows?" He smiles. "Perhaps one day even I will be famous. Perhaps more famous than you. Madeline Miller
When you translate the Bible with excessive literalism, you demythologize...
When you translate the Bible with excessive literalism, you demythologize it. The possibility of a convincing reference to the individual's own spiritual experience is lost. (111) Joseph Campbell
Mythology is composed by poets out of their insights and realizations. Mythologies are not invented they are found. You can no more tell us what your dream is going to be tonight than we can invent a myth. Myths come from the mystical region of essential experience. Joseph Campbell
A woman has her Juno, just as a man has his Genius; they are names for the sacred power, the divine spark we each of us have in us. My Juno can't "get into" me, it is already my deepest self. The poet was speaking of Juno as if it were a person, a woman, with likes and dislikes: a jealous woman. The world is sacred, of course, it is full of gods, numina, great powers and presences. We give some of them names-- Mars of the fields and the war, Vesta the fire, Ceres the grain, Mother Tellus the earth, the Penates of the storehouse. The rivers, the springs. And in the storm cloud and the light is the great power called the father god. But they aren't people. They don't love and hate, they aren't for or against. They accept the worship due them, which augments their power, through which we live. . Unknown
There is no force in Earth or Heaven above, No,...
There is no force in Earth or Heaven above, No, not even the damned of Hell can stop relentless Love. ---Kari, The Valkyrie, Chapter Sixteen, Valley of the Damned Epic Martial Poem/Allegory Douglas M. Laurent
There is no force in Earth or Heaven above, No,...
There is no force in Earth or Heaven above, No, not even the damned of Hell can stop relentless Love. ---Kari, The Valkyrie, Chapter Sixteen, Valley of the Damned Epic Martial Poem/Allegory Douglas M. Laurent
Memories of lost love they do enpain, Fleeting images of what once was never again to gain. Hold tight those memories that slip through the mind, To walk in those fields again with her–a dream divined. Oh to be with that lost Valkyrie forevermore again, To hold her hand delicate until the last world’s end. To be at peace once amore in deep loving soul, Husband to wife in embracing hold. How he loved her so, but she was now gone, Leaf to the wind, heart tossed and tumbled torn. Memories like arrows stick deep–ohhh so deep, Shafts of pain and joy assail the soul’s lonely keep. --Angel-Heart, Ch. 22 Valley of the Damned. Douglas M Laurent
As she left the cold arena Angel had to laugh, Beaten by that of a wisp girl and her subliming cunning craft.– Jove lay silent in his orbit; brooding, deep, dreamless forweep, And faithful dog Sirius rising tracked behind on dusk’s purpling adeep. Scratched he his chin; counted the cold and early evening stars, He had miles to go that night, they being so very far. Only the music of the wint’ring span, Vanished he away in the shimmering land. . . Douglas M Laurent
The Valkyrie’s heart was wrought of dazzling gold full of the most finest and firmest of loves, this being the secret of her many moods and akimbo inspirangular mercies. – On Kari, Ch. Fifteen Valley of the Damned Douglas M Laurent
The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings...
The Bird of Hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame. Kohta Hirano
The origin behind myths and religion is human terror of annihilation. Human societies invented mythology and religion in order to militate against people’s fear of living a mortal life. People fear time as a destroyer of human happiness, human beings, and human societies. Kilroy J. Oldster
Those that dare not to dream big are cowards, for...
Those that dare not to dream big are cowards, for they fear to expose the already great potentials embedded inside of them. AuliqIce
It is not easy to soothe the immortal gods from...
It is not easy to soothe the immortal gods from their vengeance. Sulari Gentill
Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day.
Nights through dreams tell the myths forgotten by the day. C.g. Jung
Kiana loved birds, " Breena told him late one dusky evening. "When she was just a few summers old, she would run beneath them as they flew, her chubby arms stretched out as if tmo take flight alongside them." She sniffed and wrapped her arms around her stomach. "A few weeks before the attack, she told me that she was still going to fly one day. 'I look at the birds, and I see freedom, ' she said. 'To soar above the hurt of the world, to be too high for the wars of men to touch you: that is what it means to fly. Unknown
Liberty and Freedom are complex concepts. They go back to religious ideas of Free Will and are related to the Ruler Mystique implicit in absolute monarchs. Without absolute monarchs patterned after the Old Gods and ruling by the grace of a belief in religious indulgence, Liberty and Freedom would never have gained their present meaning. These ideals owe their very existence to past examples of oppression. And the forces that maintain such ideas will erode unless renewed by dramatic teaching or new oppressions. This is the most basic key to my life. Frank Herbert
Women treat us [men] like humanity treats gods — they...
Women treat us [men] like humanity treats gods — they worship us and keep bothering us to do something. Oscar Wilde
Anubis is associated with the mummification and protection of the dead for their journeys through Denver International Airport to the afterlife. He is usually portrayed as being half human and half jackal, and holding a metal detector in his hand .. Anubis is employed by the Department of Homeland Security to examine the hearts of all travellers to make sure they have not exceeded the weight limit for psychological baggage .. He is also shown frisking mummies and confiscating firearms and other contraband. It doesn't take much to tip the scales in favour of a dead body cavity search or an afterlifetime travel ban. Stephen Moles
From a medical standpoint, the third and the most probable explanation is that Jesus was indeed dead, and what his disciples experienced were mere hallucinations evoked by the grief over the loss of their beloved teacher. It is clinically known as “Post-Bereavement Hallucinations Experiences” or PBHE. Abhijit Naskar
I am able to separate the mythological aspects of my religion from the practical ones. Jesus, his sacrifice, the Gospels? Those are true to me. Angels, demons, burning bushes, Revelations? Primitive people trying to express the ineffable. I don’t need to be a biblical literalist to love my God. Thomm Quackenbush
The bible is history. Remember that it is not a book. It is a library. It contains many kinds of books, letters, songs, and histories, along with the poetry of mythology. We sometimes separate history from mythology, but the bible doesn't. Nor did C. S. Lewis when he wrote, Christianity is myth that is true. David C. Alves
Linear brains can't curve a thought. Douglas M Laurent
Tempestuous plains tell the tale, Windswept wastes do bewail, Haunting Spirit of the land, Seeks the living, seeks the damned. Horizoned edge sheared with grass, Dark Storm Rising in the pass, Ageless Spirit seeks the path, To torment souls to the last. Brooding Spirit upon the plain, Thunderhead gathers for the rain. Light grows dim then bolts with pain, On dry Earth her sin is stained.( Frightened creatures do stampede, Into night, they do recede). Ungodded hand on seasoned blade, Reaps the harvest of the Age.Released from her eternal din, Spirit of the Age rises again. Seeking to plunder and consume, Those who were proud, those who presumed. Spirits rage while storm draws nigh, Upon burning plain and emblazoned sky. It is said giants grapple in the Earth so deep, To contend for souls that they might keep. The Storm spirit now searches the high and the low, To seek her manchild victim in the fields below. Leaves bad wasteland to claim but a fallen man, Denying it Heaven, crowning it, ‘Son of the Damned.’Treacherous Spirit of the far lost night, Tramples souls down denying them light. Storm seethes with furious hiss, Leads men on to bottomless pit. This most ancient of foes has come from her den, To seek the living, to make ready those dead. A living sacrifice is her soul desire, To snatch the soul for black funeral pyre. A double-damned devil, that is she, This one who lies, who claims to make free. A lying spirit, that is her domain, A storm-wracked Fury of self-proclaim. Onward she seeks, this bleak Northern wind, Searching for naught but for a soul akin. Amidst the howling and the rage, To murder again, that is her trade. As this spirit of graves left the plain, She left a wake of dead in shrouded train. Now down from the plain Storm did come, Unto those cities wherein was no sun. There with whirlwind she did rip and scour, For those souls of whom she could tear and devour. She comes to seek the living and the dead, Those who were frightened, those with no dread. Thus upon those she did acclaim, “ I am the Mistress of the living and the slain.” O’ haunting Spirit of this land, Taker of life, maker of the damned. --On Villainess Storm, Ch. One Valley of the Damned. Douglas M Laurent
Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s ch Priya Ardis
When he, whoever of the gods it was, had thus arranged in order and resolved that chaotic mass, and reduced it, thus resolved, to cosmic parts, he first moulded the Earth into the form of a mighty ball so that it might be of like form on every side … And, that no region might be without its own forms of animate life, the stars and divine forms occupied the floor of heaven, the sea fell to the shining fishes for their home, Earth received the beasts, and the mobile air the birds … Then Man was born:… though all other animals are prone, and fix their gaze upon the earth, he gave to Man an uplifted face and bade him stand erect and turn his eyes to heaven. Ovid
Well, that's history for you, folks. Unfair, untrue and for the most part written by folk who weren't even there. Joanne Harris
…I bet Echo that she couldn't repeat the following line ten times fast:  Cupid's Academy counts kissing cousins as completed conquests cause his classes cunningly conspire unconscious couples to copulate and canoodle copiously. Tai
Lorenzo: In such a night stood Dido with a willow in her hand upon the wild sea-banks, and waft her love to come again to Carthage Jessica: In such a night Medea gathered the enchanted herbs that did renew old Aeson. Lorenzo: In such a night did Jessica steal from the wealthy Jew, and with an unthrift love did run from Venice, as far as Belmont. Jessica: In such a night did young Lorenzo swear he lov'd her well, stealing her soul with many vows of faith, and ne'er a true one. Lorenzo: In such a night did pretty Jessica (like a little shrow) slander her love, and he forgave it her. Jessica: I would out-night you, did nobody come; but hark, I hear the footing of a man. William Shakespeare
Why did you wear heels? How are you supposed to fight a gargoyle in what you're wearing? Priya Ardis
Well, can you tell her that?" He looked down at his feet. "I will. I will." Guy-speak for, "I plan to keep avoiding her until she gives up. Priya Ardis
If I were to lock you up in a dungeon, I guarantee you would not be bored. Priya Ardis
You'll get fired if anyone finds out about us! "" So many rules in this century, " Vane muttered. Priya Ardis
Plus, I happened to be a history nerd. Why else would I be interested in a guy born in the year 519? Priya Ardis
The last declaration he'd made to me hung between us. The L word. The one that had nothing to do with like. Priya Ardis
The combination of razor-sharp wit (completely real) and his credentials (completely fake) had won them over in the end. Priya Ardis
Narcissistic personality disorder is named for Narcissus, from Greek mythology, who fell in love with his own reflection. Freud used the term to describe persons who were self-absorbed, and psychoanalysts have focused on the narcissist's need to bolster his or her self-esteem through grandiose fantasy, exaggerated ambition, exhibitionism, and feelings of entitlement. Donald W. Black
The Dreaming is always; forever... it's always happening, and us mob, we're part of it, all the time, everywhere, and every-when too. Kate Constable
He threw the knife at Karian’s face, deliberately catching his temple. “Sons of Kings shouldn’t play with sharp toys. Traceyanne McCartney
Far, far out on the open sea a platform of stone held firm against the tossing waves. At first sight, it appeared as nothing out of the ordinary, other than that it lay in the middle of nowhere. That was the view on the surface. Beneath the water existed an entirely alien world. Jennifer McKeithen
She ran. Deeper, deeper into the mysterious Broceliande forest... Jennifer McKeithen
If there's one thing I've learned in my eighteen life-cycles, it's that the most special moments--the most magical pockets of out existence--are always going to be the parts of us that the rest of the world won't understand. Jane Washington
Love knows all. Nely Cab
The pain in my heart was worse than anything I ever imagined. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. All I could feel was the void of her absence growing stronger inside me, and the panic of not ever seeing her eyes open again struck me like an iron whip. Nely Cab
I can’t reason when I’m around you. Nely Cab
Every hero is scared. That-s what being brave is about - confronting fear. Nely Cab
Fight for faith, and hope will be born. Nely Cab
I love you more than too much. Nely Cab
Love her enough to let her live. Nely Cab
It was hope that brought me love. Nely Cab
Because I know you live on the hope of seeing a better tomorrow, unlike the skeptics who have nothing to live for today. I would rather die with hope, than to live without any hope at all. Nely Cab
There are different kinds of love you experience in life. Loving someone differently doesn't mean loving a person less than you love someone else. Love is love. Nely Cab
It's about loving you so much that it makes me feel miserable and elated at the same time. It's about needing you so much that I feel like I can't breathe without you. Nely Cab
I want to hate you, to loathe you, to detest you, but for all my attempts, the need to touch you is ten times more powerful. Nely Cab
It wasn't supposed to happen like this. I was supposed to free him. I was supposed to save him. I was supposed to save everyone. Nely Cab
The beast inside me has begun to surface. Nely Cab
Forever is a really long time. Nely Cab
I feared my soul was dying, being replaced by the monster I would become. Nely Cab
You are alive in me. Nely Cab