#mythical

What's so wonderful about being 6'3". What is this mythical edge tall men have over average and short men? ↗

— Regis Philbin

#average #being #edge #men #mythical

There is something about riding a unicorn, for those people who still can, which is unlike any other experience: exhilarating, and intoxicating, and fine. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#mythical-beasts #stardust #experience

We have a sense that we should be like the mythical cowboy... able to take on and conquer anything and live in the world without the need for other people. ↗

— Morrie Schwartz

#anything #conquer #cowboy #like #live

Love is like a unicorn with a rainbow for a horn. What I mean is it’s rare, and you’re lucky if you see it once, or at the most twice, in a given week.
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— Jarod Kintz

#love #luck #lucky #mythical #mythological

You're sure he's not a vampire?' Claire said.'I've seen movies. They're sneaky.' She was kidding. Eve didn't smile. ↗

— Rachel Caine

#mythical #humor

The sea was my first home...Now that I had nowhere else to go, this was the last place I felt safe. ↗

— Jennifer Silverwood

#mythology-fiction #paranormal-romance #romance-love #sea-stories #love

For I had loved Seid even in his darkest hours, even as he cursed me and we rode upon a fine line between ardor and abhorrence ↗

— Jennifer Silverwood

#paranormal-romance #sea #stay #love

I knew then what harmony meant: what belonging was. Just like a raindrop joining in the fun at the big river. I was the little raindrop, and she was the river. ↗

— Amira Aly

#mythical #inspirational

The hero, the mythical subject, is constructed as human being and as male; he is the active principle of culture, the establisher of distinction, the creator of differences. ↗

— Teresa de Lauretis

#being #constructed #creator #culture #differences

I have been seeing dragons again. Last night, hunched on a beaver dam, one held a body like a badly held cocktail; his tail, keeping the beat of a waltz, sent a morse of ripples to my canoe. They are not richly bright but muted like dawns or the vague sheen on a fly's wing. Their old flesh drags in folds as they drop into grey pools, strain behind a tree. Finally the others saw one today, trapped, tangled in our badminton net. The minute eyes shuddered deep in the creased face while his throat, strangely fierce, stretched to release an extinct burning inside: pathetic loud whispers as four of us and the excited spaniel surrounded him. ↗

— Michael Ondaatje

#humour #magic-realism #mythical-beasts #life