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History is always written by the winners. When two cultures clash, the loser is obliterated, and the winner writes the history books-books which glorify their own cause and disparage the conquered foe. As Napoleon once said, 'What is history, but a fable agreed upon?
Dan Brown (The Da Vinci Code (Robert Langdon, #2))
Nostalgia is a necessary thing, I believe, and a way for all of us to find peace in that which we have accomplished, or even failed to accomplish. At the same time, if nostalgia precipitates actions to return to that fabled, rosy-painted time, particularly in one who believes his life to be a failure, then it is an empty thing, doomed to produce nothing but frustration and an even greater sense of failure.
R.A. Salvatore (Streams of Silver (Forgotten Realms: Icewind Dale, #2; Legend of Drizzt, #5))
Hermes smiled. "I knew a boy once ... oh, younger than you by far. A mere baby, really." Here we go again, George said. Always talking about himself. Quiet! Martha snapped. Do you want to get set on vibrate? Hermes ignored them. "One night, when this boy's mother wasn't watching, he sneaked out of their cave and stole some cattle that belonged to Apollo." "Did he get blasted to tiny pieces?" I asked. "Hmm ... no. Actually, everything turned out quite well. To make up for his theft, the boy gave Apollo an instrument he'd invented-a lyre. Apollo was so enchanted with the music that he forgot all about being angry." So what's the moral?" "The moral?" Hermes asked. "Goodness, you act like it's a fable. It's a true story. Does truth have a moral?" "Um ..." "How about this: stealing is not always bad?" "I don't think my mom would like that moral." Rats are delicious, suggested George. What does that have to do with the story? Martha demanded. Nothing, George said. But I'm hungry. "I've got it," Hermes said. "Young people don't always do what they're told, but if they can pull it off and do something wonderful, sometimes they escape punishment. How's that?
Rick Riordan (The Sea of Monsters (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #2))
Nature is what we know. We do not know the gods of religions. And nature is not kind, or merciful, or loving. If God made me — the fabled God of the three qualities of which I spoke: mercy, kindness, love — He also made the fish I catch and eat. And where do His mercy, kindness, and love for that fish come in? No; nature made us — nature did it all — not the gods of the religions. [October 2, 1910, interview in the NY Times Magazine]
Thomas A. Edison
There are some things that can’t be carved from a person, no matter how far from home they’ve sailed.
Adrienne Young (Namesake (Fable, #2))
Because you and I have cursed ourselves, Fable. We will always have something to lose. I knew it that day in Tempest Snare when I kissed you. I knew it in Dern when I told you that I loved you.
Adrienne Young (Namesake (The World of the Narrows, #2))
Napoleon once said, "What is history, but a fable agreed upon?" He smiled. "By its very nature, history is always a one-sided account.
Dan Brown (The Da Vinci Code (Robert Langdon, #2))
They (fables) teach us that human beings learn and absorb ideas and concepts through narrative, through stories, not through lessons or theoretical speeches.
Carlos Ruiz Zafón (The Angel's Game (The Cemetery of Forgotten Books, #2))
It was one long series of tragically beautiful knots that bound us together.
Adrienne Young (Namesake (Fable, #2))
That I’d loved him with the same fire that I’d hated him. That if anything happened to Saint, a part of me would be taken with him.
Adrienne Young (Namesake (Fable, #2))
stories were merely fables to illustrate the dangers of falling in love.
Stephanie Garber (Legendary (Caraval, #2))
I didn’t plan to be a father. I didn’t want to be one. But the first time I held you in my hands, you were so small. I had never been so terrified of anything in my life. I feel like I’ve barely slept since the night you were born.
Adrienne Young (Namesake (Fable, #2))
Love is a fiction, a fable, an ode spun by poets and drunks, a fantastical tale told across one thousand and one nights, it is the genie in the bottle, it is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, it's the lie designed to seduce you.
Lauren Blakely (The Thrill of It (No Regrets, #2))
Kvothe looked at Bast for a long moment. “Oh Bast,” he said softly to his student. His smile was gentle and sad. “I know what sort of story I’m telling. This is no comedy.” “This is the end of the story, Bast. We all know that.” Kvothe’s voice was matter-of-fact, as casual as if he were describing yesterday’s weather. “I have led an interesting life, and this reminiscence has a certain sweetness to it. But . . .” Kvothe drew a deep breath and let it out gently. “. . . but this is not a dashing romance. This is no fable where folk come back from the dead. It’s not a rousing epic meant to stir the blood. No. We all know what kind of story this is.
Patrick Rothfuss (The Wise Man’s Fear (The Kingkiller Chronicle, #2))
The moral?” Hermes asked. “Goodness, you act like it’s a fable. It’s a true story. Does truth have a moral?
Rick Riordan (The Sea of Monsters (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #2))
I’m like the dog with a bone who crossed a low bridge in the fable. I see another dog passing beneath me carrying a bone, and I snap to take his bone—and drop my own into the water, into my reflection.
Brent Weeks (The Blinding Knife (Lightbringer, #2))
Now I was the girl who’d found her own way. And I also had something to lose.
Adrienne Young (Namesake (Fable, #2))
He props his elbow on the table, absently scratches his temple with his index finger, and I remember exactly what that index finger did to me earlier. How he circled my nipples with that finger, how he slipped it between my legs, drenched it with my wetness and then brought it up to his mouth, licking it, tasting me, his gaze never leaving mine…
Monica Murphy (Second Chance Boyfriend (One Week Girlfriend, #2))
You have to make the best of whatever story you were born into, and if your story happens to suck ass, well, maybe you can do some good before you go.
Alix E. Harrow (A Mirror Mended (Fractured Fables, #2))
I knew all the time that it was all nonsense, but I couldn't understand in the least what it meant, or who was pulling the wires of rumour, or their purpose in so pulling. I began to wonder whether the pressure and anxiety and suspense of a terrible war had unhinged the public mind, so that it was ready to believe any fable, to debate the reasons for happenings which had never happened.
Arthur Machen (The White People and Other Stories (The Best Weird Tales of Arthur Machen #2))
The first time I’d seen his darkness and every time he’d seen mine. We were salt and sand and sea and storm.
Adrienne Young (Namesake (Fable, #2))
After reading Edgar Allan Poe. Something the critics have not noticed: a new literary world pointing to the literature of the 20th Century. Scientific miracles, fables on the pattern A+ B, a clear-sighted, sickly literature. No more poetry but analytic fantasy. Something monomaniacal. Things playing a more important part than people; love giving away to deductions and other forms of ideas, style, subject and interest. The basis of the novel transferred from the heart to the head, from the passion to the idea, from the drama to the denouement.
Jules de Goncourt (Journal des Goncourt, tome 2)
Not stories told by wolf or man to frighten children, of Wolfbane and of werewolves, of grasht and goblins and of silly vampires, fables to frighten cowards with the threat of evil and of sin. But the power that lives beyond those stories, and makes them strong indeed, that lives in nightmares and in sleep. That is ribbed into the very fabric of conscious being. The power of love and hate.
David Clement-Davies (Fell (The Sight, #2))
United we stand, divided we fall.
Aesop (Lessons from the Lion, the Ox and their little friends (illustrated) (Four fables from Aesop Book 2))
I am the slave of what I have spoken, but the master of what I conceal.
Ramsay Wood (Kalila and Dimna #1 - Fables of Friendship and Betrayal (book 1 and 2 of 5))
My mother looked at me then, with something in her eyes I’d never seen before. A reverence. As if something marvelous and at the same time harrowing had just happened. She blinked, pulling me between her and Saint, and I burrowed in, their warmth instantly making me feel like a child again.
Adrienne Young (Namesake (The World of the Narrows, #2))
Why such a massacre had occurred, the Omegans could only speculate. Some thought it may have been to stop a large-scale emigration out of America to a fabled Utopian society; others wondered if it was intended to create fear in the populace – fear of cults, fear of Communism, fear of anything foreign; and still others believed it was to create a precedence whereby any groups labelled a cult would be vilified without due diligence by the public.
James Morcan (The Orphan Factory (The Orphan Trilogy, #2))
What is history but a fable agreed upon?
Heidi Heilig (The Ship Beyond Time (The Girl From Everywhere, #2))
So the fables are all true. Venin coming out of the Barrens, sucking the land dry of magic, moving city to city.
Rebecca Yarros (Iron Flame (The Empyrean, #2))
Somebody's been feeding the boy fables. Probably the king's niece. Humph. Nice girl. Too many romantic notions, though.
Patrick W. Carr (The Hero's Lot (The Staff and the Sword, #2))
The longest way round is the shortest way home”2 is the logic of both fable and of faith.
C.S. Lewis (Mere Christianity)
Thirty-six years later the Dutchman Abel Tasman was sent to look for the fabled South Land and managed to sail 2,000 miles along the underside of Australia without detecting that a substantial land mass lay just over the left-hand horizon.
Bill Bryson (In a Sunburned Country)
The castle was as silent as some pole-axed monster. Inert, breathless, spread-eagled. It was a night that seemed to prove by the consolidation of its darkness and its silence the hopelessness of any further dawn. There was no such thing as dawn. It was an invention of the night's or of the old-wives of the night - a fable, immemorially old - recounted century after century in the eternal darkness; retold and retold to the gnomic children in the tunnels and the caves of Gormenghast - a tale of another world where such things happened, where stones and bricks and ivy stems and iron could be seen as well as touched and smelt, could be lit and coloured, and where at certain times a radiance shone like honey from the east and the blackness was scaled away, and this thing they called dawn arose above the woods as though the fable had materialized, the legend come to life. It was a night with a bull's mouth. But the mouth was bound and gagged. It was a night with enormous eyes, but they were hooded.
Mervyn Peake (Gormenghast (Gormenghast, #2))
This might go down as the most surreal experience of my life. Brennan is alive. Venin, dark wielders I’d thought only existed in fables, are real. Brennan is alive. Aretia still stands, even though it was scorched after the Tyrrish rebellion six years ago.
Rebecca Yarros (Iron Flame (The Empyrean, #2))
Our house was an old Tudor mansion. My father was very particular in keeping the smallest peculiarities of his home unaltered. Thus the many peaks and gables, the numerous turrets, and the mullioned windows with their quaint lozenge panes set in lead, remained very nearly as they had been three centuries back. Over and above the quaint melancholy of our dwelling, with the deep woods of its park and the sullen waters of the mere, our neighborhood was thinly peopled and primitive, and the people round us were ignorant, and tenacious of ancient ideas and traditions. Thus it was a superstitious atmosphere that we children were reared in, and we heard, from our infancy, countless tales of horror, some mere fables doubtless, others legends of dark deeds of the olden time, exaggerated by credulity and the love of the marvelous. ("Horror: A True Tale")
John Berwick Harwood (Reign of Terror Volume 2: Great Victorian Horror Stories)
I pray that the world never runs out of dragons. I say that in all sincerity, though I have played a part in the death of one great wyrm. For the dragon is the quintessential enemy, the greatest foe, the unconquerable epitome of devastation. The dragon, above all other creatures, even the demons and the devils, evokes images of dark grandeur, of the greatest beast curled asleep on the greatest treasure hoard. They are the ultimate test of the hero and the ultimate fright of the child. They are older than the elves and more akin to the earth than the dwarves. The great dragons are the preternatural beast, the basic element of the beast, that darkest part of our imagination. The wizards cannot tell you of their origin, though they believe that a great wizard, a god of wizards, must have played some role in the first spawning of the beast. The elves, with their long fables explaining the creation of every aspect of the world, have many ancient tales concerning the origin of the dragons, but they admit, privately, that they really have no idea of how the dragons came to be. My own belief is more simple, and yet, more complicated by far. I believe that dragons appeared in the world immediately after the spawning of the first reasoning race. I do not credit any god of wizards with their creation, but rather, the most basic imagination wrought of unseen fears, of those first reasoning mortals. We make the dragons as we make the gods, because we need them, because, somewhere deep in our hearts, we recognize that a world without them is a world not worth living in. There are so many people in the land who want an answer, a definitive answer, for everything in life, and even for everything after life. They study and they test, and because those few find the answers for some simple questions, they assume that there are answers to be had for every question. What was the world like before there were people? Was there nothing but darkness before the sun and the stars? Was there anything at all? What were we, each of us, before we were born? And what, most importantly of all, shall we be after we die? Out of compassion, I hope that those questioners never find that which they seek. One self-proclaimed prophet came through Ten-Towns denying the possibility of an afterlife, claiming that those people who had died and were raised by priests, had, in fact, never died, and that their claims of experiences beyond the grave were an elaborate trick played on them by their own hearts, a ruse to ease the path to nothingness. For that is all there was, he said, an emptiness, a nothingness. Never in my life have I ever heard one begging so desperately for someone to prove him wrong. This is kind of what I believe right now… although, I do not want to be proved wrong… For what are we left with if there remains no mystery? What hope might we find if we know all of the answers? What is it within us, then, that so desperately wants to deny magic and to unravel mystery? Fear, I presume, based on the many uncertainties of life and the greatest uncertainty of death. Put those fears aside, I say, and live free of them, for if we just step back and watch the truth of the world, we will find that there is indeed magic all about us, unexplainable by numbers and formulas. What is the passion evoked by the stirring speech of the commander before the desperate battle, if not magic? What is the peace that an infant might know in its mother’s arms, if not magic? What is love, if not magic? No, I would not want to live in a world without dragons, as I would not want to live in a world without magic, for that is a world without mystery, and that is a world without faith. And that, I fear, for any reasoning, conscious being, would be the cruelest trick of all. -Drizzt Do’Urden
R.A. Salvatore (Streams of Silver (Forgotten Realms: Icewind Dale, #2; Legend of Drizzt, #5))
In Mere Christianity, no less than in his more fantastical works, the Narnia stories and science fiction novels, Lewis betrays a deep faith in the power of the human imagination to reveal the truth about our condition and bring us to hope. “The longest way round is the shortest way home”2 is the logic of both fable and of faith.
C.S. Lewis (Mere Christianity)
The moral?" Hermes asked. "Goodness, you act like it's a fable. It's a true story. Does the truth have a moral?" "Um..." "How about this: stealing is not always bad?" "I don't think my mom would like that moral." 'Rats are delicious,' suggested George. 'What does that have to do with the story?', Martha demanded. 'Nothing', George said. 'But I'm hungry.
Rick Riordan (The Sea of Monsters (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #2))
The world is a nectar-filled cup And we but gobbling flies. Some hang on the lip and modestly sup While others gorge up to their eyes.
Ramsay Wood (Kalila and Dimna #2 - Fables of Conflict and Intrigue)
The map is not the territory. You have to experience the journey, not predetermine it with your frankly useless assumptions about what it might or might not entail.
Ramsay Wood (Kalila and Dimna #2 - Fables of Conflict and Intrigue)
Enough to think that Truth can be: come sit we where the roses glow, Indeed he knows not how to know who knows not also how to unknow. Sir Richard Burton, The Kasidah
Ramsay Wood (Kalila and Dimna #2 - Fables of Conflict and Intrigue)
If I had anyone skilled enough to make it, I wouldn’t have commissioned you, Ezra.
Adrienne Young (Namesake (Fable, #2))
Your Majesty, the formula for all human unhappiness is simple yet almost universally ignored: ‘Expectation, nondelivery!
Ramsay Wood (Kalila and Dimna #2 - Fables of Conflict and Intrigue)
Maybe because it never occurred to me that it could be enough just to live, as happily as you can, for as long as you have.
Alix E. Harrow (A Mirror Mended (Fractured Fables #2))
I’ve found that fairy tale locks are inclined to pop open at the first sign of narrative agency).
Alix E. Harrow (A Mirror Mended (Fractured Fables #2))
When you save someone, sometimes they save you right back.
Alix E. Harrow (A Mirror Mended (Fractured Fables, #2))
He knew that he wielded magic as well as iron, and yet looked away from it, and made himself fables to explain his own presence in the world, and sought gods who might be more powerful than himself. It would be very comfortable if there were someone more powerful than himself, on this Road, on this particular morning, someone to guide him, even someone to blame....
C.J. Cherryh (Fortress of Eagles (Fortress, #2))
because everybody knows that happily is never really ever after. The truth is buried in the phrase itself, if you look it up. The original version was “happy in the ever after,” which meant something like “hey, everybody dies and goes to heaven in the end, so does it really matter what miseries and disasters befall us on this mortal plane?” Cut out two little words, cover the gap with an -ly, and voilà: The inevitability of death is replaced by the promise of endless, rosy life.
Alix E. Harrow (A Mirror Mended (Fractured Fables #2))
Wooden 1: "How many kinds of guns have you meatheads created?" Gun Shop Clerk: "Thousands. Hundreds of thousands?" Wooden 2: "That's extravagance beyond credulity." Wooden 3: "Are there really that many different kinds of people you need to kill?
Bill Willingham (Fables, Vol. 4: March of the Wooden Soldiers)
The mirror showed me you, out of all the possible people in all the universes,' It sounds almost like an apology. 'Why?' 'Well, what were you doing at the time?' 'I was looking into the mirror, obviously. Wishing for a way out.' 'Well, so was I. As it happens.
Alix E. Harrow (A Mirror Mended (Fractured Fables, #2))
She had no idea, no better than my kitten, as to how she would survive in this kingdom of her enemies. She must have thought that George was her savior. But not for long. Nobody knows quite what happened after that; but something went wrong with George’s agreeable plan to own both Neville girls and keep their enormous fortune to himself. Some say that Richard, visiting George’s grand house, met Anne again—his childhood acquaintance—and they fell in love, and that he rescued her like a knight in a fable from a visit that was nothing less than imprisonment.
Philippa Gregory (The White Queen (The Plantagenet and Tudor Novels, #2))
I gave in because I was weak and broken and disgusted with myself. I had nothing left. I’d given it all to my family. Every scar, every rape, every scream. I’d done it all for them. Was it so wrong to want something of my own? A split-second release? A blistering second of freedom?
Pepper Winters (Fable of Happiness Book Two (Fable, #2))
Ugh! You’re impossible.” I paced back and forth, the rising fury burning my cheeks. “Honestly, Ragnar Whatever-Your-Surname-Is, you’re the most infuriating man I’ve met in a very long time, and that’s saying something. I’ve met some real arseholes.” He sketched a bow. “I aim to please.
Jenna Wolfhart (Brewed in Magic (Falling for Fables, #2))
[Fables] teach us that human beings learn and absorb ideas and concepts through narrative, through stories, not through lessons or theoretical speeches. This is what any of the religious texts teach us. They're all tales about characters who must confront life and overcome obstacles, figures setting off on a journey of spiritual enrichment through exploits and revelations. All holy books are, above all, great stories whose plots deal with the basic aspects of human nature, setting them within a particular moral context and a particular framework of supernatural dogmas.
Carlos Ruiz Zafón (The Angel's Game (The Cemetery of Forgotten Books, #2))
What do you know of the Knights?” he asked. Fin shrugged. “I thought knights were only in children’s stories until a few days ago.” Jeannot smiled. “A man could do worse than to live in the stories of a child. There is, perhaps, no better remembrance.” “Until the child grows up and finds out the stories aren’t true. You might be knights, but I don’t see any shining armor,” Fin said. Jeannot stopped near the gate of the auberge and faced her. “Each time a story is told, the details and accuracies and facts are winnowed away until all that remains is the heart of the tale. If there is truth at the heart of it, a tale may live forever. As a knight, there is no dragon to slay, no maiden to rescue, and no miraculous grail to uncover. A knight seeks the truth beneath these things, seeks the heart. We call this the corso. The path set before us. The race we must run.
A.S. Peterson (Fiddler's Green (Fin's Revolution, #2))
With the blanket pulled up all the way to her chest, and the silence that still pervaded her every breath, she could definitely have been mistaken for a Victorian heroine; the Lily Maid, thought Marjan, on her way out of Camelot's reign. Tennyson's poem had been a favorite of Marjan's when she was younger; she had learned it in high school in Tehran, during a particularly spirited semester of English literature. Still, it took a minute for her to remember the story's fateful outcome: the Lady of Shalott had not made it alive out of the fabled kingdom; she had left on her death barge, floating on a dark river.
Marsha Mehran (Rosewater and Soda Bread (Babylon Café #2))
The author of Eros and Psyche, Lucius Apuleius, an initiate of the ancient mystery schools touched on the knowledge of the soul to achieve union with the Divine, by the agency of a spiritual love. Lucius Apuleius lived in Carthage, and his name was still mentioned 200 years after his death in this North African city; until St. Augustine, the most influential writer of Catholicism came along. Through the centuries Christianity flourished, and the esoteric wisdom went into obscurity, along with the story of Eros and Psyche. The story deals with subjects the church frowns upon, having a direct contact with the immortal soul, and connecting with the esoteric divine, and not the divine of the Catholic church. Up until this present moment, it's not a coincidence the story of Eros and Psyche has been considered a child's fable for almost 2,000 years.
A Psycho-Spiritual- Author- Certified-Meditation, Laughter, & Kundalini Tantra Yoga Teacher. (Eros and Psyche: An Ancient Soul Mate/Twin Flame Story)
Why is it you intense political types insist on living entirely in the symbolic world?
Bill Willingham (Fables, Vol. 2: Animal Farm)
My father sat ensconced in his chair like a fabled god. Tall, strong, immovable. But I saw through his illusion and despaired.
Jessica Dotta (Mark of Distinction (Price of Privilege, #2))
Journal of Interdisciplinary Science Topics How many lies could Pinocchio tell before it became lethal? Steffan Llewellyn The Centre for Interdisciplinary science, University of Leicester 25/03/2014 Abstract: This paper investigates how many lies Pinocchio could continuously tell before it would become fatal, treating the head and neck forces as a basic lever system with the exponential growth of the nose. This paper concludes that Pinocchio could only sustain 13 lies in a row before the maximum upward force his neck could exert cannot sustain his head and nose. The head’s overall centre of mass shifts over 85 metres after 13 lies, and the overall length of the nose is 208 metres. Pinocchio’s Nose Pinocchio is the fable of a wooden puppet, carved by Geppetto, who dreams of becoming a real boy [1]. Pinocchio was portrayed as a character prone to lying, which is manifested physically through the ability to grow his nose when he tells a lie. One issue of growing his nose would be the shift of Pinocchio’s centre of mass within his head, causing strain on his neck, which helps stabilise his head’s position with upwards force. If this continued, then his neck could not support his head, potentially decapitating the puppet. Outlined here is the minimum lie count Pinocchio could continuously expel. Where Pinocchio manages to form new is not addressed in this paper. Maximum Force Pinocchio’s Neck Can Exert The assumption is simplified by allowing the force exerted upwards through the neck to be positioned at the back of the head. The head is treated as a sphere, and the nose as a cylinder, as shown in The type of wood Pinocchio is carved from is disputed, but for this paper, it is concluded that Pinocchio is made from Oak, with a density of . Pinocchio’s neck will brake if its compression strength threshold is overcome by the weight of his head. The compression strength of oak is 1150Psi [2], and the circumference of the average human neck is 0.4m [3]. The maximum force Pinocchio’s neck can sustain is: ( ) ( ) Centre of Mass, and Force Exerted Figure 1. Figure 1: Illustrates the lever system of Pinocchio’s head and neck, with opposite forcesNeck muscles are required to balance the weight exerted by the skull.Usually, the weight of the nose can be considered negligible. In Pinocchio’s case, as the nose increases, it will have a significant impact on the centre of mass and weight of his head. The mass of the head is unchanged: ( )
Anonymous
We call him the Bogeyman, the Prince of Lies, the Traitor, the Harbinger of Doom, and myriad other blasphemous names. What you didn't know, my dear brothers and sisters, is that the Harbinger of Doom is no mere fable, no will-o'-the-wisp. He is a real being-the embodiment, the very personification of evil. And he is near. He is amongst us. He is in Lomion
Glenn G. Thater (The Fallen Angle (The Harbinger of Doom Saga, #2))
My mom was pretty dead on when she named me Fable, wasn’t she? I don’t feel real to anyone.
Monica Murphy (Second Chance Boyfriend (One Week Girlfriend, #2))
A cat’s paw. It’s an old fable. The monkey wanted some chestnuts that were roasting in the hot coals inside the fireplace. So he convinced the cat to get them out for him, promising to share them. The cat reached his paw in and scooped out the chestnuts one by one. And as each chestnut was removed, the monkey gobbled it up. The cat was left with nothing but a burnt paw. He was used by a cleverer creature at great expense to himself.” “Now
Heather Blackwood (Cat's Paw (The Time Corps Chronicles #2))
But she’s a ghost. And a demon.” “Might be a closer struggle than otherwise,” Edmund agreed heavily. “But he does have us.” “Oh, good,” said Reggie. And a little voice in the back of her head asked her why they were even bothering to come out. If Janet’s trap had worked, if Colin, the part-dragon, the magician with more than a century of life behind him, was actually in danger, what exactly did Reggie think two mortals and a few lead projectiles would accomplish? She told the voice to remember fables about mice and lions and traps—or was that thorns?—that in setting her trap for large prey, Janet might have left smaller openings unguarded, that there had to be a reason mortals were running so much of the world. Then she told the voice to go to the devil. Then she wished she hadn’t thought of the devil.
Isabel Cooper (The Highland Dragon's Lady (Highland Dragon, #2))
The 7 Timeless Virtues of Enlightened Living Virtue     Symbol       1 Master Your Mind       The Magnificent Garden       2 Follow Your Purpose       The Towering Lighthouse       3 Practice Kaizen       The Sumo Wrestler       4 Live with Discipline       The Pink Wire Cable       5 Respect Your Time       The Gold Stopwatch       6 Selflessly Serve Others       The Fragrant Roses       7 Embrace the Present       The Path of Diamonds
Robin S. Sharma (The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari: A Fable About Fulfilling Your Dreams & Reaching Your Destiny)
Of the rise of this singular people few authentic records appear to exist. It is, however, probable that they represent a later wave of that race, whether true Sudras, or a later wave of immigrants from Central Asia, which is found farther south as Mahratta; and perhaps they had, in remote times, a Scythian origin like the earlier and nobler Rajputs. They affect Rajput ways, although the Rajputs would disdain their kinship; and they give to their chiefs the Rajput title of "Thakur," a name common to the Deity and to great earthly lords, and now often used to still lower persons. So much has this practice indeed extended, that some tribes use the term generically, and speak of themselves as of the "Thakur" race. These, however, are chiefly pure Rajputs. It is stated, by an excellent authority, that even now the Jats "can scarcely be called pure Hindus, for they have many observances, both domestic and religious, not consonant with Hindu precepts. There is a disposition also to reject the fables of the Puranic Mythology, and to acknowledge the unity of the Godhead." (Elliot's Glossary, in voce "Jat.") Wherever they are found, they are stout yeomen; able to cultivate their fields, or to protect them, and with strong administrative habits of a somewhat republican cast. Within half a century, they have four times tried conclusions with the might of Britain. The Jats of Bhartpur fought Lord Lake with success, and Lord Combermere with credit; and their "Sikh" brethren in the Panjab shook the whole fabric of British India on the Satlaj, in 1845, and three years later on the field of Chillianwala. The Sikh kingdom has been broken up, but the Jat principality of Bhartpur still exists, though with contracted limits, and in a state of complete dependence on the British Government. There is also a thriving little principality — that of Dholpur — between Agra and Gwalior, under a descendant of the Jat Rana of Gohad, so often met with in the history of the times we are now reviewing (v. inf. p. 128.) It is interesting to note further, that some ethnologists have regarded this fine people as of kin to the ancient Get¾, and to the Goths of Europe, by whom not only Jutland, but parts of the south-east of England and Spain were overrun, and to some extent peopled. It is, therefore, possible that the yeomen of Kent and Hampshire have blood relations in the natives of Bhartpur and the Panjab. The area of the Bhartpur State is at present 2,000 square miles, and consists of a basin some 700 feet above sea level, crossed by a belt of red sandstone rocks. It is hot and dry; but in the skilful hands that till it, not unfertile; and the population has been estimated at near three-quarters of a million. At the time at which our history has arrived, the territory swayed by the chiefs of the Jats was much more extensive, and had undergone the fate of many another military republic, by falling into the hands of the most prudent and daring of a number of competent leaders. It has already been shown (in Part I.) how Suraj Mal, as Raja of the Bhartpur Jats, joined the Mahrattas in their resistance to the great Musalman combination of 1760. Had his prudent counsels been followed, it is possible that this resistance would have been more successful, and the whole history of Hindustan far otherwise than what it has since been. But the haughty leader of the Hindus, Sheodasheo Rao Bhao, regarded Suraj Mal as a petty landed chief not accustomed to affairs on a grand scale, and so went headlong on his fate.
H.G. Keene (Fall of the Moghul Empire of Hindustan)
you can't make an omelette without breaking some eggs.
Boyd Brent (The Lost Diary of Snow White: The Fairytale Chronicles Book One (Bonus book worth $2.99 included in this festive edition: I Am Pan: The Fabled Journal of Peter Pan))
Every intellectual project of a political kind should follow a number of basic principles1) Be deeply suspicious of anything that masks itself in universal regalia. Bring into question that which is not being questioned in the normal state of affairs. (2) Move beyond any self-righteous and self-absolving assessments of the operations of power. Look to deal with power at the level of its effects and the ways in which it positively manipulates subjects to wilfully abandon their own political freedoms. (3) Foreground the affirmative qualities of subjectivities. Not only is this integral in the fight against fascism in all its forms. It opens a challenge to the narcissism of those who would have us surrender to the mercies of the world. (4) Speak with confidence about the ability to transform the world, not for the better, but for the sake of it. Without an open commitment to the people to come, the struggle is already lost. (5) Use provocation as a political tool. Not to evidence extremist views. But to illustrate how normalizing power truly fears anything that appears remotely exceptional. The poetic most certainly included. (6) Trust in the irreducible qualities of human existence. The feelings we have, the atmospheres we breathe, the aesthetics we enfold, the fables we scribe, the playful personas we construct, they are all integral to the formation of a new image of thought. (7) Have faith in people. Just as they will resist what they find oppressive and intolerable, so they will also find their own dignified solutions to problems in spite of our best efforts. (8) Do not shy away from conflict. Without conflict there is no resistance to power. And without resistance to power there is no creation of alternative existences. (9) Reveal fully your political orientations. Do not abstract them from the work. Such a deception is of the order for those embarrassed by the mediocrity of their power. (10) Speak with the courage to truth that narrates a tale to affect a number of meaningful registers. No book should be read if it doesn't intellectually challenge and emotionally move us.
Brad Evans (Resilient Life: The Art of Living Dangerously)
I am the slave of what I have spoken, but the master of what I conceal
Ramsay Wood (Kalila and Dimna #1 - Fables of Friendship and Betrayal (book 1 and 2 of 5))
heroine
Lari Don (Wolf Notes and other Musical Mishaps (Fabled Beast Chronicles Book 2))
stiletto.
Lari Don (Wolf Notes and other Musical Mishaps (Fabled Beast Chronicles Book 2))
all siblings and so they resemble
Catherine Marvel (Bedtime Stories For Kids: Unicorn and Meditations Stories for Children and Toddlers to Help Them Fall Asleep and Relax. Fables For Kids. Ages 2-6)
My blood runs cold. Her savage stare and bloodied hands leave no doubts in my mind as she glares up at us from across the battlefield. This must be the fabled Queen of the Picts.
Mark Noce (Dark Winds Rising (Queen Branwen, #2))
Fable is... Faithful Amazing Beautiful Loving Exquisite I'm sorry -Drew
Monica Murphy (Second Chance Boyfriend (One Week Girlfriend, #2))
APOLOGUE  (A'POLOGUE)   n.s.[.]Fable; story contrived to teach some moral truth. An apologue of Æsop is beyond a syllogism, and proverbs more powerful than demonstration.Brown’sVulgar Errours. Some men are remarked for pleasantness in raillery; others for apologues and apposite diverting stories.Locke.   APOLOGY  (APO'LOGY)   n.s.[apologia, Lat.    Defence; excuse. Apology generally signifies rather excuse than vindication, and tends rather to extenuate the fault, than prove innocence. This is, however, sometimes unregarded by writers. In her face excuseCame prologue; and apology too prompt;Which with bland words at will she thus address’d.Milton’sParad. Lost,b. ix. l. 854.2. It has for before the object of excuse. It is not my intention to make an apology for my poem: some will think it needs no excuse, and others will receive none.Dryden’sPref. toAbs. and Achit. I shall neither trouble the reader, nor myself, with any apology for publishing of these sermons; for if they be, in any measure, truly serviceable to the end for which they are designed, I do not see what apology is necessary; and if they be not so, I am sure none can be sufficient.Tillotson.   APOMECOMETRY  (APOMECO'METRY)   n.s.[   from, l  distance, and lesqex, to measure.]The art of measuring things at a distance.  
Samuel Johnson (A Dictionary of the English Language (Complete and Unabridged in Two Volumes), Volume One)
I hadn’t realized until that moment just how much I’d grown accustomed to her kindness. How she’d given me something of herself even while I’d been a bastard to her.
Pepper Winters (Fable of Happiness Book Two (Fable, #2))
He didn’t know exactly how, but he sensed he had to be relaxed; focused but indifferent to the objective.
Ramsay Wood (Kalila and Dimna #2 - Fables of Conflict and Intrigue)
Life at court is no plush of pillows, but a writhing skein of snakes, each slithering about (forgive the metaphor) to capture reward and advancement. In short, my delightful regiment of helpers – courtiers, advisers, counselors, boon companions, call them what you will – need a boost of attention from me at some point in their career, either in hard cash or public honour equivalent – medals, robes, land, gifts, scrolls, titles and the like.
Ramsay Wood (Kalila and Dimna #2 - Fables of Conflict and Intrigue)
Like many great leaders, he loved the sweet theory of power and was less enamoured of the grisly details of its execution, though he never neglected them.
Ramsay Wood (Kalila and Dimna #2 - Fables of Conflict and Intrigue)
If I serve you for desire of heaven, deny me heaven. If I serve you from fear of hell, thrust me into hell. Rabia
Ramsay Wood (Kalila and Dimna #2 - Fables of Conflict and Intrigue)
But the first time I held you in my hands, you were so small. I had never been so terrified of anything in my life. I feel like I’ve barely slept since the night you were born.
Adrienne Young (Namesake (Fable, #2))
After this life, there is neither ability nor opportunity for repenting. In this life there prevails a season of grace, so that those who are justified here will not be punished hereafter. But those who die without being justified, are consigned to eternal punishment. This makes it clear that the fable of Purgatory should not be given room. In truth it is appointed that each one should repent in this life, and obtain pardon of his sins by our Lord Jesus Christ, if he would be saved. Let this conclude our Confession.
Nick R. Needham (2,000 Years of Christ's Power Vol. 4: The Age of Religious Conflict)
Like the man in the Hasidic fable, I had been seeking everywhere what lay in my own home.
Anonymous (The Upanishads (Easwaran's Classics of Indian Spirituality Book 2))
I can’t let you go because I’d rather die with you at my side than alone. I’m not lonely while you’re here. That’s why you can’t go. Why you can never go. You’re mine.
Pepper Winters (Fable of Happiness Book Two (Fable, #2))
love was the cruelest prison of all.
Pepper Winters (Fable of Happiness Book Two (Fable, #2))
There will be a Falling Away from Scriptural Truth Before the Return of Jesus Christ: The harlot church Mystery Babylon promotes blasphemy and spiritual fornication. They follow the Mystery Religions of Babylon. This is Eastern mysticism and Western esotericism. The Bible says, “Now concerning the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ and our being gathered together to Him, we ask you, brothers, not to be easily disconcerted or alarmed by any spirit or message or a letter seeming to be from us, alleging that the Day of the Lord has already come. Let no one deceive you in any way, for it will not come until the rebellion occurs and the man of lawlessness—the son of destruction—is revealed. He will oppose and exalt himself above every so-called god or object of worship. So, he will seat himself in the temple of God, proclaiming himself to be God (2 Thessalonians 2:1-3, Berean Study Bible). Colossians 2:8 says, “Beware lest anyone cheat you through philosophy and empty deceit, according to the tradition of men, according to the basic principles of the world, and not according to Christ (NKJV). “For the time is coming when people will not endure sound doctrine; but after their own lusts, shall they heap unto themselves teachers; having itching ears and they shall turn away their ears from the truth and be turned aside unto fables” (2 Timothy 4:3-4, KJV). * These Scriptures warn us that a counterfeit Church will promote a false theology, not the Gospel of Jesus Christ.
Anonymous (Bible: Holy Bible King James Version Old and New Testaments (KJV), (Formatted for E-Reading))
Something sharp caught my forehead and I reached up, realizing I had hit the top of the rock.
Adrienne Young (Namesake (Fable, #2))
But maybe every story is a lie until it isn’t; maybe I’m not the one who has to tell it, anyway. “Do
Alix E. Harrow (A Mirror Mended (Fractured Fables #2))
The only person he’d ever told was Henry, and they’d both been drunk. “Not like it’s something that comes up in conversation. ‘Hey, wanna talk about my unresolved childhood trauma?’ It’s a lousy icebreaker.
Elena Markem (Meant To Be His (Fable Notch #2))
Do you think you’re magically going to stop fucking up? Never gonna happen. But that’s the thing about being with someone who doesn’t only love you, but really knows you. They know you’re worth it, even when you make mistakes.
Elena Markem (Meant To Be His (Fable Notch #2))
Tanjecterly may be no more than one of Twitten’s idle fables; his caprices and pranks are well documented elsewhere. On the other hand, the almanac is said to be a work of great complexity and inner coherence, which would seem to lend the volume credence.
Jack Vance (The Complete Lyonesse (Lyonesse, #1, #2 and #3))
I didn’t see him at all. I was too focused on getting to the—oh shit.” “Lived here all my life. I don’t know where that is.
Elena Markem (Meant To Be His (Fable Notch #2))
You ought not to be here tonight, little ant,' he says, letting go of me. 'Go back to the palace.
Holly Black (The Wicked King (The Folk of the Air, #2))
What is history, but a fable agreed upon?’ ” He smiled. “By its very nature, history is always a one-sided account.” Sophie
Dan Brown (The Da Vinci Code (Robert Langdon, #2))
True change has to subvert the system that produces these people. Joseph Campbell has a lovely analogy to help us understand mortality. He explains that a school janitor in charge of minor repairs, on discovering a lightbulb has broken, doesn’t collapse into a quivering puddle of grief, warbling, “That was my favorite lightbulb, and now it’s gone.” The janitor, if he’s any good, knows that the bulb is just an expression of the electricity that illuminates it and simply unscrews the dead, useless bulb, tosses it away, and pops in a new one. Here I will use Campbell’s maintenance fable to deliver two points: 1) we human beings are the temporary expression of a greater force that science as yet cannot explain but is approaching in its fledgling understanding of the harmony and transcendent principles of the quantum world, and 2) all political figures are the expression of a refined systemic energy and cannot therefore ever convey a significantly different ideology—it’s not their fault; they’re just not plugged into it.
Russell Brand (Revolution)
Reluctantly the four people backed away from the fence, the young man shouting to the young woman and cupping his hand to his ear as if holding a phone. The young woman shook her head yes, then turned to walk back up the coast, holding the small girl’s hand, the uniformed man close behind. When the young woman looked back over her shoulder one last time, the small girl broke away, sprinting out onto the beach. The young woman raced out and caught the small girl, but not before she had scattered a flock of seagulls into the sky.
Scott Bischke (Bat Cave: A Fable of Epidemic Proportions (Critter Chronicles, #2))
The moral?” Hermes asked. “Goodness, you act like it’s a fable. It’s a true story. Does truth have a moral?” “Um…” “How about this: stealing is not always bad?” “I don’t think my mom would like that moral.” Rats are delicious, suggested George. What does that have to do with the story? Martha demanded. Nothing, George said. But I’m hungry.
Rick Riordan (The Sea of Monsters (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #2))
Nostalgia is a necessary thing, I believe, and a way for all of us to find peace in that which we have accomplished, or even failed to accomplish. At the same time, if nostalgia precipitates actions to return to that fabled, rosy-painted time, particularly in one who believes his life to be a failure, then it is an empty thing, doomed to produce nothing but frustration and an even greater sense of failure. Even worse, if nostalgia throws barriers in the path toward evolution, then it is a limiting thing indeed.
R.A. Salvatore (Streams of Silver (The Icewind Dale, #2; The Legend of Drizzt, #5))
because the hot nerd on The Good Place was right, and the meaning of life basically boils down to what we owe to each other) and less noble, potentially more honest ways (because as long as I’m saving other people I can forget, briefly, that I can’t save myself;
Alix E. Harrow (A Mirror Mended (Fractured Fables #2))
I’ve always wanted to go to Australia," said Volant the eagle. "Just think of it: kangaroos and koala bears, wallabies and wombats!” “Cool enough,” returned Gabby the seagull. “But I’ve always wanted to see a platypus. Sort of a beaver with a duckbill?! How can that possibly be?” “Nothing surprises me much anymore,” said Volant. “Seems like almost anything is possible.
Scott Bischke (Bat Cave: A Fable of Epidemic Proportions (Critter Chronicles, #2))