43 Quotes About Underworld

Every living soul in this universe should be given a chance at love — their personal shot at having the most powerful andmysterious thing that ever existed. You could love forever, or your love couldburn short and bright for just a few moments in the history oftime. But however you did it, I supposed the idea was to make it count; to create a story worthy of a new fairytale, a poem, or a new constellation that would wind itself into an infinite thread of light in your name. Maybe that was the whole point of love — to create an eternal story of your own. . Sukanya Venkatraghavan

If he slept, he dreamt of the woman with the icy white irises. She exploded planes, swallowed oceans and crumpled skiesin her palm in his dreams. Sometimes she and the green-eyed girl were one. At other times, the green-eyed girl was alone, a gaping hole where her heart should have been. At all times he could hear the woman’s cold, low laughter. It swept across his consciousness like a hailstorm. When he woke up, he thought he was going mad. . Sukanya Venkatraghavan

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

The mirror sighed and spoke in a tone tinged with melancholy. Its language was old and not of any of the worlds known or unknown. What you dream, what you darkly desire, Find it by trial or by fire. Seek it high and seek it low, Search the skies or the realms below. Look everywhere but beware, The deepest magic, the strongest spell Will not change what the stars foretell. Sukanya Venkatraghavan

What is the difference between a dream and its memory? Sukanya Venkatraghavan

She was tasked with guarding the doorway to the Otherworld, keeping the balance of nature (as much as anyone could in these modern times), and occasionally, helping a worthy seeker. Deborah Blake

How language is webbed in the senses. Out of sand-blazed brilliance into quirky minds such as his, into touch, taste and fragrance. He thought he'd linger just a bit longer, let the bath take total hold, ease and alleviate, before he put on clothes and entered the complex boxes where people do their living. Nothing fits the body so well as water. Don DeLillo

This is the gateway to Hell, baby… Welcome to The Underworld. Kassandra Cross

And you can glance out the window for a moment, distracted by the sound of small kids playing a made-up game in a neighbor's yard, some kind of kickball maybe, and they speak in your voice, or piggyback races on the weedy lawn, and it's your voice you hear, essentially, under the glimmerglass sky, and you look at the things in the room, offscreen, unwebbed, the tissued grain of the deskwood alive in light, the thick lived tenor of things, the argument of things to be seen and eaten, the apple core going sepia in the lunch tray, and the dense measures of experience in a random glance, the monk's candle reflected in the slope of the phone, hours marked in Roman numerals, and the glaze of the wax, and the curl of the braided wick, and the chipped rim of the mug that holds your yellow pencils, skewed all crazy, and the plied lives of the simplest surface, the slabbed butter melting on the crumbled bun, and the yellow of the yellow of the pencils, and you try to imagine the word on the screen becoming a thing in the world, taking all its meanings, its sense of serenities and contentments out into the streets somehow, its whisper of reconciliation, a word extending itself ever outward, the tone of agreement or treaty, the tone of repose, the sense of mollifying silence, the tone of hail and farewell, a word that carries the sunlit ardor of an object deep in drenching noon, the argument of binding touch, but it's only a sequence of pulses on a dullish screen and all it can do is make you pensive--a word that spreads a longing through the raw sprawl of the city and out across the dreaming bournes and orchards to the solitary hills. Peace. Don DeLillo

They were wrong about the sun. It does not go down into the underworld at night. The sun leaves merelyand the underworld emerges. It can happen at any moment. It can happen in the morning, you in the kitchen going throughyour mild routines. Plate, cup, knife. All at once there’s no blue, no green, no warning. Margaret Atwood

A woman's body is the gate to this life. A man's body is the gate to the next life. Louise Erdrich

You are such a drama llama! " she shouted at her mother. The redhead blinked. "It's drama queen, dear." " No, it's llama... Katie Reus

Drake, her sexy mate, just lifted a big shoulder. "Bo clearly does not know how to act around his female. Once he figures out how to, they will be mated soon." " No doubt, " Finn murmured. Katie Reus

He spoke! " Ivan said, eyes wide. "The dog talked! Oh my god." " An ancient witch you can believe in, but not a talking dragon that looks like a dog?" Chudo-Yudo said, sounding slightly piqued. "Hmph. Young people today have such limited imaginations. Deborah Blake

You're the Baba Yaga?" He gazed at her in disbelief. "But the Baba Yaga is an ugly old crone, and you're, you're... not! Deborah Blake

Something tells me this isn't going to end well for everyone involved. Someone may get turned into a frog yet." And that was the good news. Deborah Blake

Hmm, " she said. "'Curiouser and curiouser, ' to quote Alice. Deborah Blake

I looked into those eyes and I saw nothing. It was like staring straight into the Underworld. Like he aches to return to where he came from. Marie Lu

We all have so many functions, so many ways of existing. In my own vision of myself, I am a scholar who lives quietly, and pens his little tales, and dreams about a past that may or may not have existed. And that is true, as far as it goes. But I am also, in one of my capacities, like so many of the people you have chosen to associate with, a psychopomp. I escort the living to the world of the dead. Neil Gaiman

But if you take off your clothes, I’m sure I can get them dry.” My eyes went wide. “Are you trying tog et my naked?” His silvery gaze met mine. “Do you really need me to answer that?” A hot, sweet flush stole across my cheeks. When he was like this–open, flirty, and downright sexy– I was at my lamest. I wasn’t used to this side of him. I don’t think I ever would be, and there was something thrilling in that. But I stared at him, caught between the images playing out in my head and the very real man standing before me. . Jennifer L. Armentrout

Please! ’ That word didn’t make sense to Nico. The Underworld had no mercy. It only had justice. ‘You’re already dead, ’ Nico said. ‘You’re a ghost with no tongue, no memory. You won’t be sharing any secrets. Rick Riordan

The Underworld had no mercy. It only had justice Rick Riordan

She'd created her own hell, and now that she had learned to control her fear, she knew how to create her own paradise. Josephine Angelini

Aren’t all fairy tales based in fact? You yourself are supposed to be nothing more than a myth. Pandora’s box is a story parents read to their children at night, ” she countered. “That means life itself is afairy tale. Like the characters, we all live and love and search for a happily-ever-after. Gena Showalter

Cat knew she'd arrived in Gaia's realm once she saw the Tree of Life, the foundation for all that was above and below.. The Tree of Life, no matter what religion one embraced, was a symbol of consanguinity. It was the universal representation of all that exists. Its network of connections matched that of a forest of aspen trees. Everything was interconnected and all of the roots led back to one source - the creators of all life. Brynn Myers

Cat's brows shot up as Lucas slid the plate across the counter. "I'm impressed. I wouldn't have assumed you ate real food much less cooked it, " she teased. " I'm curious, what did you think I ate?" he asked as he grabbed a fork and a knife for her. She smiled. "I don't know, bats.. small critters you happen upon in the underworld." Lucas handed her a napkin. "Nah, bats don't really have that much meat on them, " he retorted with a grin of his own. Brynn Myers

The underworld was made up of many different regions. Each area was its own private sector and not everyone who resided here was malevolent. Some beings here were virtuous, while others had yet to decide what they were - their fates having yet to be decided. Not all dark creatures were evil, just as not all light creatures were moral. Corbin and Quentin were the epitome of that dichotomy. Brynn Myers

Live your life. The reset button has been pushed. Brynn Myers

Welcome to Irkalla, the Land of the Dead, ” the woman said. “I am Ereshkigal, Queen of the Underworld. Alan Kinross

Enjoying your Christmas in the land of the dead? Fun and different, right? Molly Ringle

Not very smart, " Chudo-Yudo growled. "Stalking a Baba Yaga." He showed a set of sharp white teeth. "Maybe he has a death wish. I could help with that You want me to eat him? Deborah Blake

Hazel frowned. "Why that one?"" You don't see the ghost?" Frank asked." Ghost?" Nico asked. Okay... if Frank was seeing a ghost that the Underworld kids couldn't see, something was definitely wrong. Rick Riordan

Can you please tell me who you people are?"" Criminals. Offenders. Monsters. We've all been imprisoned in Tartarus for discretions committed against the gods of Olympus."~ Hope/Daedalus, The River Styx David Revilla

What the myth founds is a double existence between the upper world and the underworld: a dimension of death is introduced into life, and a dimension of life is introduced into death. Walter Burkert

When Jill woke next morning and found herself in a cave, she thought for one horrid moment that she was back in the Underworld. C.s. Lewis

Keep climbing, ' he told himself.' Cheeseburgers, ' his stomach replied.' Shut up, ' he thought.' With fries, ' his stomach complained. Rick Riordan

Christmas in the Underworld was NOT my idea. If I'd known what was coming, I would've called in sick. I could've avoided an army of demons, a fight with a Titan, and a trick that almost got my friends and me cast into eternal darkness. But no, I had to take my stupid English exam. Rick Riordan

Doors vurst open all along the walls, and skeletal warriors marched in, hundreds of them, from every time period and nation in Western civilization. They lined the perimeter of the room, blocking the exits. Hades bellowed, "Do you think I want war godling?" I wanted to say, 'Well, these guys don't look like peace activists'. But I thought that might be a dangerous answer. Rick Riordan

You're the measure of my true decline. Your home isn't in the underworld, you live in the back room of the liquor store. My eternally hung-over angel, my Satan crawling like an amber worm from a bottle of Zoladkowa Gorzka. Jerzy Pilch

In response to a tactless question he once said to me, ‘What do you expect? This lousy neighbourhood gave me the come-on. I couldn’t resist. Jacques Yonnet

It’s splendid how much at home we feel at Pignol’s. A tacit complicity at every moment prevails among the regulars here. A process of self-selection operates: starving crooks, thirsty whores, witless grasses working for low-grade cops, middle- class types a bit too willing to conform (leaving aside the pound of black-market meat and the camembert without ration tickets) - all feel too ill at ease here. They’ve only got to stay away. Along with anyone else who doesn’t meet the requirements of this establishment: first and foremost, to keep your trap shut. The war? Past history. The Krauts? Don’t know any. Russia? Change at Reaumur. The police? There was a time when they were needed for directing the traffic. At Pignol’s, silence constitutes the most important, most difficult and lengthiest induction ordeal. After that, it’s a matter of imponderables. It works according to the rule of three: the people who don’t get along with the people that I get along with are people I can’t get along with. Syllogisms, of course. Now clear out! . Jacques Yonnet