Mythology Quotes

“All the stories were wrong - no siren's call was as alluring as the sea itself, and the quiet dark beyond the shore.”
― R.F. Kuang, Katabasis

“Courting a princess does come with a few perks. Such as an immortal madwoman chasing us to the ends of the realm."
"Yeah… Sorry about that."
He snorted. "I wanted my life to be more interesting. Now I'm made of molten rock. Guess I should be thanking you.”
― K.V. Wilson, To Speak with the Stars

“Being chosen was never an honor—it was the beginning of her undoing.”
― Elizabeth Douka, Under the Aegis

“She has been a god too long to remember how to kneel.”
― Elijah Stepanovich, The Heir of Ash and Thunder

“I want the next goddamn tyrant who tries to burn the past down to choke on the ash.”
― Elijah Stepanovich, The Heir of Ash and Thunder

“Trigunaya is not a who. It is a balance.”
― Tarun Teja Kapu, Trigunaya - The Awakening: The First Echo in the War for Balance

“You left like Prometheus in reverse, stealing the fire and leaving me chained to silence.”
― Rita Kay, Her Fire Touched the Sky: Poems of Trauma, Survival, Healing, and the Quiet Rebuilding of a Soul

“The primitive mentality does not invent myths, it experiences them. Myths are original revelations of the preconscious psyche, involuntary statements about unconscious psychic happenings, and anything but allegories of physical processes. Such allegories would be an idle amusement for an unscientific intellect. Myths, on the contrary, have vital meaning, Not merely do they represent, they are the psychic life of the primitive tribe, which immediately falls into pieces and decays when it loses its mythological heritage, like a man who has lost his soul. A tribe’s mythology is its living religion, whose loss is always and everywhere, even among the civilised, a moral catastrophe.”
― Carl Jung

“If all it takes is a couple of burning bushes, magic tricks and fairytales to quench your quest for truth, you have neither the brain, nor the backbone, or the heart to explore truth.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop

“Fairytales provide nourishment for the mind, but only as tales of fantasy, not of truth. Myths are crucial part of the social fabric, but they must never become the backbone of society.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop

“God of The Blue Rock (Sonnet)

God of the gaps cannot
be God of the world,
and God of the world should not
be abused as god of the gaps.

As puny apes on an insignificant blue rock
in a tiny backwater of the galaxy, we know
nothing about the origin of the universe,
but I can tell you one thing for a fact of
earth biology, it has nothing to do with the
anthropomorphic god of all the scriptures.

If all it takes is a couple of burning bushes,
magic tricks and fairytales to quench your
quest for truth, you have neither the brain,
nor the backbone, or the heart to explore truth.

Fairytales provide nourishment for the mind,
but only as tales of fantasy, not of truth.
Myths are crucial part of the social fabric, but
they must never become the backbone of society.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop

“Some say gods fade like dew at dawn. Others whisper they sleep, waiting to rise again.”
― Emily Miller, The Weight Of Ash And Gold

“You’re perfect," he assured her.
"You're not just saying that because you found out I'm a princess, are you?”
― K.V. Wilson, To Speak with the Stars

“Claims of India’s priority in everything from mathematics, medicine and surgery—to say nothing of nuclear weapons, spaceships and other Star Trek-style technologies—have been made by prominent people at prestigious, national-level gatherings.”
― Meera Nanda, Science In Saffron: Skeptical Essays On History of Science

“What kind of a moron demands his devotee to slaughter his son just to prove his loyalty! What kind of an alcoholic father sends his son to be tortured and nailed on a cross just to prove how much he cares! What kind of a pervert rescues his wife from her abductor only to abandon her, just so his reputation as the ideal king wouldn't be tarnished by a violated woman! Mythologies have nothing to do with holiness, nor with the actual creator of the cosmos, even if there is such a thing, at most they reflect the mindset and morality of their time.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop

“Dogma not Divine, Myth not Holy (Sonnet 2430)

What kind of a moron demands his devotee
to slaughter his son just to prove his loyalty!

What kind of an alcoholic father
sends his son to be tortured and nailed
on a cross just to prove how much he cares!

What kind of a pervert rescues his wife
from her abductor only to abandon her,
just so his reputation as the ideal king
wouldn't be tarnished by a violated woman!

Mythologies have nothing to do with holiness,
nor with the actual creator of the cosmos,
even if there is such a thing, at most they
reflect the mindset and morality of their time.

I never had any interest
in making a case for or against god,
my struggle is far more real,
against dogma disguised as divine.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop

“Dogma not divine, myth not holy.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop

“Mythologies have nothing to do with holiness, nor with the actual creator of the cosmos, even if there is such a thing, at most they reflect the mindset and morality of their time.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop

“We were a single, devastating force, two halves of a primordial power, our bond forged in the fires of creation and tempered in the blood of unending war.”
― Elijah Stepanovich, The Heir of Ash and Thunder

“Myths are not mere explanations; they’re mirrors. They reflect us, yes, but they also profoundly shape us, guiding the contours of our souls. If something lives in your blood long enough, if it resonates deep within your soul, it becomes more than metaphor; it becomes truth, undeniable and real.”
― Elijah Stepanovich, The Heir of Ash and Thunder

“You going to actually teach, or just stare into space again while pretending you’re forming a thesis thought?”
“Not fair,” I said, sipping my own tea. It had cooled just enough to taste the bitterness, a familiar tang. “I stare very academically.”
― Elijah Stepanovich, The Heir of Ash and Thunder

“And now here he was again, reborn and fractured, bleeding a power he didn't yet understand while still trying to protect a world that would kill him for it.”
― Elijah Stepanovich, The Heir of Ash and Thunder

“You are the storm’s echo, and the fire’s breath. You are the hinge upon which the next world turns.”
― Elijah Stepanovich, The Heir of Ash and Thunder

“I gave you rage,” he said. “You turned it into discipline. Do not forget your fury.”
― Elijah Stepanovich, The Heir of Ash and Thunder

“We remembered it all. Not just the pain. Not just the deaths, but the joy, the laughter, the quiet moments of peace. The first kiss in a ruined orchard before the skies fell, before the world broke. The laughter shared between desperate missions. The quiet hours spent watching stars in a world too cruel to deserve them.”
― Elijah Stepanovich, The Heir of Ash and Thunder

“Caroline Dries: So much of the show was just about making the mythology make sense, and then the art is making it emotional and compelling.”
― Samantha Highfill, I Was Feeling Epic: An Oral History of The Vampire Diaries

“It's all for the love of a show that was not easy to make—what with the night shoots, the complex mythology, and the sheer number of episodes-and was only made more difficult by the passion of those working on it, individuals who were simply unwilling to make anything less than the best show they could. It was that passion, as writers, actors, crew members, executives, and everyone constantly strove for excellence, that solidified The Vampire Diaries' smart, sexy, shocking, scary, sad, wonderful, amazing, and, above all, epic legacy.”
― Samantha Highfill, I Was Feeling Epic: An Oral History of The Vampire Diaries

“The Behemoth & The Godspawn Surfer by Stewart Stafford

Jagged flesh in the behemoth's belly,
The city encircled by its tongue's pall,
I drank toxic fumes and pumice smoke,
As I tried surfing along a lava waterfall.

My obsidian bone board, surging fire,
Cryptid blood drips from a snapping jaw,
In a flash of the beast's fungal jawline,
I counted the vacant dead within its maw.

In a blaze, I was in its mouth and deeper,
I rounded the gullet's scalding turn,
Into a sea of swirling bones, stomach bile,
Where half-chewed skyscrapers churn.

"Leave me, Godspawn!" the monster roared,
"Spoil not my prey feasting for my fangs to cut!"
My board speared into its festering heart,
It ejected me in a howling thunderclap of sulphur soot.

And hurled me skyward, sand-blasted, and bruised,
The plume cleared, and the beast stood, wound-free—
Lava floods scorched, the city’s debt — a lifeblood hue,
By sunrise, my perennial task returned to enslave me.

© 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“God’s original name is Human, but it isn’t very profitable, so the apes cook up fancy names, and sprinkle in tales of magic.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Sonnets From The Mountaintop

“The Freedom of Kenya wasn’t won by one tribe, yet some keep editing the script for profit. Until we unlearn that myth, compensation will always fund a falsehood.”
― Don Santo