My point, once again, is not that those ancient people told literal stories and we are now smart enough to take them symbolically, but that they told them symbolically and we are now dumb enough...

Confidence is like a dragon where, for every head cut off, two more heads grow back.

But who names a starship the Icarus? What kind of man possess that much hubris, that he dares it to fall?

Oral myths are closer to the genetic conclusions than the often ambiguous scientific evidence of archaeology.

In life, you have 3 choices. Give up, give in, or give it your all.

My reading and studying and retellings of old stories didn’t do anything except help me think better. I was at least thoughtful. Too thoughtful, my friends said. And all I thought about was myths and...

The more formidable the contradiction between inexhaustible life-joy and inevitable fate, the greater the longing which reveals itself in the kingdom of poetry and in the self-created world of dreams hopes to banish the dark...

… the greatest mystery, the greatest wonder of creation is that we are capable of both relentless reason and boundless love … It is not about what we are, but what we can become.– Govinda...

power of facing unpleasant facts.” True adulthood begins with doing just that, with renouncing comforting fables. There is something liberating in recognizing ourselves as mammals with some fourscore years (if we’re lucky) to make the...

I liked myths. They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children’s stories. They were better than that. They just were.

No mortal ear could have heard the kelpie passing through the night, for the great black hooves of it were as soundless in their stride as feathers falling.

If I were to lock you up in a dungeon, I guarantee you would not be bored.

Sometimes the hardest power to master is the power of yielding. -Hestia

But the queen–too long she has suffered the pain of love,hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood,consumed by the fire buried in her heart. […]His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and...

Mythology is a set of primitive lies that people rarely believe. This is rather different from history, which is a set of lies that people believe.

So how did it go? I sat on the toilet and ran a hand over my hair. Um… it’s still going, I whispered.It’s still going? Then what are you doing calling me?Well… it’s just that…What?How...

Love cannot live where there is no trust.

Gods and politics are the tools with which the godless and unprincipled manipulate the gullible.

The Wheel of Time spins: there is beginning and there is end. But why does the Wheel of Time spin? Is it some divine force that propels it? Or is that force humanity, people in...

Everyone thinks of Anubis as this super jacked up jackal. I find that amusing. I guess he must work out a lot.” I guess when you think of it, it is kind of funny. No...

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...

Standing at the window, reading the menu of Obediah’s services, the Minotaur wishes he could believe in what she has to offer: a promise woven into deep lines of his palm, some turn of fate...

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?

Helios thought he looked pretty hot, and he had an annoying habit of calling the sun his “chick magnet.

Mortals were such fickle creatures. They called into the dark, demanded answers and attention from forces they could not comprehend, and yet when they had that attention and those answers, they complained about them.

My body lies within the strings and myths of reality with a purpose of evolution and adapted by gravity but for my conscious’s matrix is without any doubt has adapted to other’s consciousness and that...

He saw her eyes bright as stars; he saw her lips, and was not satisfied with only seeing them.

the thunderer/earthshaker,” Poseidon, the fallen — or, better still, suspended, mediating — aspect of God!

We fell in love with that little peep-show projection on the inside of an iris, pictures that amount to nothing more than the thirsty moon over a spot of bloody ground. Those weren’t the nothings...

Hades cracked his knuckles on each hand, and the noise was like gunpowder caps exploding in the silence. “First dish duty,” he mumbled to himself, “now possessed cowboys. This just isn’t my night.

Well, that’s history for you, folks. Unfair, untrue and for the most part written by folk who weren’t even there.

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.

Heresy is the life of a mythology and orthodoxy is the death.

Tomorrow, I need you to die.

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.

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...

I ate mythology & dreamt’- Yusef Komunyakaa (Blackberries)

Your Life Determines Your Journey & Your Journey Determines Your Life

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’?

Mythology can be defined as the sacred history of humankind. This is different from what we call “history.” Mythical stories, when you trace them back to their origin, often have a sacredness, a holy quality...

Kill them. Kill them all. Remind the world what it means to be Arya. Remind the world what it is to walk with the gods. – Syoddhan Kauravya

Inside Ms. Maddox’s classroom, it was so quiet you could hear the breathing bounce off the walls.

There’s a Greek legend—no, it’s in something Plato wrote—about how true lovers are really two halves of the same person. It says that people wander around searching for their other half, and when they find...

If she could explore and heal his injuries with her fingers, it would be another type of magic, her skin making contact with his. Putting her mind to it, Love would become familiar with his...

The last declaration he’d made to me hung between us. The L word. The one that had nothing to do with like.

We hold this myth to be potentialNot self-evident but equationalAnother DimensionOf another kind of Living Life

The signs of the old flame, I know them well.I pray that the earth gape deep enough to take me downor the almighty Father blast me with one bolt to the shades,the pale, glimmering shades...

Combine two words, Myth and History. What do you get? Mystery.

Take the story of the fall of the tower of Babel. Let’s say this represents not an act of God, nor a metaphor for this planet’s diverse linguistic heritage; but a catastrophic act of terrorism...

They yoked themselves to a car and drew her all the long way through dust and heat. Everyone admired their filial piety when they arrived and the proud and happy mother standing before the statue...