Mythless Quotes & Sayings

Calumniate, calumniate; there will always be something which sticks. — Pierre Beaumarchais

Let a sweltering heat... love... rose up relentlessly. — Sooyeon Won

One grim Weltanschauung for this new era was well expressed by the Venetian nationalist demagogue in Michael Dibdin's novel, Dead Lagoon: There can be no true friends without true enemies. Unless we hate what we are not, we cannot love what we are. These are the old truths we are painfully rediscovering after a century and more of sentimental cant. Those who deny them deny their family, their heritage, their culture, their birthright, their very selves! They will not lightly be forgiven. — Samuel P. Huntington

But what is your duty? What the day demands. — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

To be a success, let go of the past and accept the beauty of change. — Debasish Mridha

You can have the greatest strategy in the world but what is the point if no one cares? — Patrick Dixon

But no-one came here to live an ordinary life. Despite what our somnambulistic, mythless society society tells us - a place stuffed to the gilders with unawake, unthinking folk ruled by shoulds, oughts and have-tos; people who have no understanding of themselves; individuals afraid to acknowledge, let alone live their dreams - you came here to weave your unique essence and vision into the world, thus rendering it magnificent, both for yourself and others. — Thea Euryphaessa

Lou's such an old punk he was around when the Ramones were junkie hustlers first and musicians second, when punk meant something other than a mass-marketing concept designed to help the bridge-and-tunnel crowd feel cool. — Rachel Cohn

Was a struggle to choose one's own destiny less worthwhile than the necessity to stop a great evil? — Diana Gabaldon

I like creating villains. — Justin Cronin

A motorcyclist rode down the empty street, arms and legs rounded in an O, and came back up with the sound of thunder; his face displayed seriousness of a child who attributes the utmost importance to his howls — Robert Musil