Ancient Quotes

“...if I did not try to understand the psychology of people, well I think my ballads would be missing something. I think trying to become the characters…is the key to writing them…”
― Cade Mengler, The Companions

“Doubtless Princess Juliana intended for me to overhear her comment on seeing Theodora in wedding regalia. “She’s like wisteria: beautiful in a vulgarly decorative way, cloyingly scented and an unstoppable climber.” Her eyes met mine and she made a motion as if scribbling in the air, daring me to write down her words.”
― Carol Strickland, The Eagle and the Swan

“Thank you, Chase of Dragonfell! The world needs more men such as yourself…”
― Cade Mengler, The Companions

“But a smell shivered him awake.
It was a scent as old as the world. It was a hundred aromas of a thousand places. It was the tang of pine needles. It was the musk of sex. It was the muscular rot of mushrooms. It was the spice of oak. Meaty and redolent of soil and bark and herb. It was bats and husks and burrows and moss. It was solid and alive - so alive! And it was close.
The vapors invaded Nicholas' nostrils and his hair rose to their roots. His eyes were as heavy as manhole covers, but he opened them. Through the dying calm inside him snaked a tremble of fear.
The trees themselves seemed tense, waiting. The moonlight was a hard shell, sharp and ready to ready be struck and to ring like steel.
A shadow moved.
It poured like oil from between the tall trees and flowed across dark sandy dirt, lengthening into the middle of the ring. Trees seem to bend toward it, spellbound. A long, long shadow...”
― Stephen M. Irwin, The Dead Path

“Kate dissolves into the black river of endless, hopeless, dragon-breathing heartache – at once destructive as well as transformative, the prima materia ever enfolded in a lover’s embrace.”
― Kathy Martone, Victorian Songlight: The Birthings of Magic & Mystery

“Kate’s eyes grow dim as the past envelops her, pulling her into the silent black void of the desolate mother and her winged emissaries.  Rustling their feathers, the ever-vigilant ravens sink their claws into the deepest recesses of her mind as they seek control of her consciousness.”
― Kathy Martone, Victorian Songlight: The Birthings of Magic & Mystery

“Fear is the ghost of ancient.
It consumes faithless human.”
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

“Wilier races had interbred with human race during immemorial.
Therefore no need to look for them on anywhere but in ourselves.”
― Toba Beta [Betelgeuse Incident], Betelgeuse Incident: Insiden Bait Al-Jauza

“General..behold the future of weaponry."
"What the hell I am seeing here, Colonel?"
"It's..technologart of ancient weaponry, Sir!"
"It's..what?”
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

“Their reason, their very eyes and ears were fixed irrevocably in the confines of those stern and ancient rhythms - the wold, in fact, was not their home, at least not the world as I knew it - and far from being occasional visitors to this land which I myself knew only as an admiring tourist, they were pretty much its permanent residents, as permanent as I suppose it was possible for them to be.”
― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

“Well, everything that's ancient must decay.' 'You can't fight time,' I must have said. And Emrys snapped back, 'It's not time I'm worried about, darling girl. The only enemy is the sea.' ...”
― Ava Reid, A Study in Drowning

“Seeing the lovely red
of your lips, darling
the cherries hang themselves
from a tree in despair.”
― Suhas Mahesh, How to Love in Sanskrit

“You are not at fault for ancient language remembering itself.”
― Andreea Daiana, Under Moonlight: 2025

“I didn’t have memories, new I made, this,
beneath ancient evergreen Populus trees…

Yes, evergreen Populus trees always are,
yet with cold I’m not one that’s well known to spar…

With gentle headstrongness I made my own path,
with which I can get to the forest(, like Plath)…

In forests, folk sparce are, yet all of the trees,
growing like soldiers, to be many are free…”
― Will Advise, На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...

“When dreams are new realities,
and those dreams are free from oddities,
time just stops for every dream,
till it is real, or real it seems...
When we stop to dream, for a moment, my friend,
we just lose ourselves, our dreams we just lend;
the consequence of this is clear,
we are grown-up children here...
When children are forced to grow up in no time,
what’s left is for them to grow up in the mind,
to rise above everything – all else – a sky,
a fruit tree, whose fruit all the people can try...
Whenever it rains - the sky, it is crying again,
no reason, no sense, like a baby, whose diaper is stained,
yet there is one ancient truth you should now know:
right after the darkness, Dawn’s face always shows...”
― Will Advise, На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...

“The nights again will be on fire, like this, -
forever, I’ll look, without you, freshness for;
beneath the eternal ancient Populus trees,
and freshness I’ll find in the night, above all…

And winter will come later, once more, again,
when vile winds will howl right outside, being mean,
yet there, in the heart, with no refrain,
I will have softness, dreamlike, clean…”
― Will Advise, На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...

“Not trusting people does not make you a bad
person, not trusting people prevents you
from becoming a broken and a bad person.”
― Enoble Asuquo, Truths By Moonlight : Í kí ké

“Dear God,
make him hang out
with other women more.
He does not seem to realize
what a catch I am.”
― Suhas Mahesh, How to Love in Sanskrit

“It is one thing for modern educated people to feel they must believe these old stories as factual when science proves otherwise. It is quite another for ancient people living before the dawn of scientific technology to venture clever but inevitably mistaken explanations. My guess is that many secular folks in our day take a dim view of biblical tales of a six-day creation, a universal flood, etc., blaming these stories for the oppressive use of them by religious leaders who ought to know better. But that’s not fair. Who, after all, scorns and ridicules the Greek or the Norse myths? No one, because no one catechizes us to believe these literally. They haven’t left a bad taste in our mouths. Nor should the myths of Genesis.
If we could somehow visit the past and explain to the authors of Genesis the true origins of the earth and its life-forms, of languages, and of ethnicities, I suspect they would rejoice to learn the truth of the matter.”
― Robert M. Price, Holy Fable: The Old Testament Undistorted by Faith

“An ancient bond, a wordless dialogue, between the sky's goddess and the waters that embrace her.”
― David Passarelli, Mountain poems: Musings on stone, forest, and snow

“Ez jî eynî weke destan û stranên me kevnar im”
― Mehmed Uzun, Mirina Kaleki Rind

“I don't consider many imaginable Things as impossible – but completing the Ancient Cave in Lufia II blindfolded, is one of them.”
― Sino Melo

“Let it be our fate to find each other
Let it be our fate to lie in each others’ arms
Let it be our fate to die in each others’ hearts.”
― Shirleen Wangari

“And he kissed her. And kissed her. And kissed her – slowly, hungrily, as though he needed her breath just as much as her body.”
― N. von Wolf, From Valhalla

“This won’t be soft. This won’t be sweet. This won’t be gentle.”
― N. von Wolf, From Valhalla

“Survival wasn’t always about dignity. Sometimes, it meant fighting fire with fire, even if the flames left you singed.”
― N. von Wolf, From Valhalla

“Chains chosen are still chains. But another voice stirred beneath it. Quieter – more dangerous. Chains chosen might be loosened. Bent. Re-forged.”
― N. von Wolf, From Valhalla

“She had been shaped to be silent, sharpened to please, polished into something beautiful enough to bind. But the hands that broke her had also forged her – each chain a lesson, each collar a scar turned sigil.”
― N. von Wolf, From Valhalla

“Magnus with his silken hunger and devouring eyes. Erik with his brutal tenderness, his mouth full of vows and vengeance. She was theirs now, as they were hers – claimed not with rings, but with teeth and fury.”
― N. von Wolf, From Valhalla

“Why are they called relics? It makes them sound ancient."

Qadir spoke without turning to look at her. "Jinn are ancient. Is it any surprise the things we enchant are just as old?”
― Chelsea Abdullah, The Stardust Thief