#gods

It is said that the compensation for the effort courage, tenacity, and endurance displayed during the journey was not happiness. Nor glory. What God offered as a reward was only rest. ↗

— Ingrid Betancourt

#courage

Call no man happy, said Shadow, until he is dead ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#death #happiness #death

I remembered Nahadoth's lips on my throat and fought to suppress a shudder, only half succeeding. Death as a consequence of lying with a god wasn't something I had considered, but it did not surprise me. A mortal man's strength had its limits. He spent himself and slept. He could be a good lover, but even his best skills were only guesswork - for every caress that sent a woman's head into the clouds, he might try ten that brought her back to earth. ↗

— N.K. Jemisin

#fantasy #gods #romance #death

Gods die. And when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered. Ideas are harder to kill then people, but they can be killed, in the end. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#gods #ideal #immortality #death

Listen, gods die when they are forgotten. People too. But the land's still here. The good places, and the bad. The land isn't going anywhere. And neither am I. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#gods #land #people #death

We are pagans. We deify each other. ↗

— Lara Biyuts

#gods #life #love #religion #death

A man crawls into a tomb to die. A boy crawls in to live. You think that's chance? ↗

— Michelle Paver

#gods-and-warriors #hylas #tomb #death

May your dreams be gifts from the gods and may you open them with excitement and pleasure. ↗

— Harley King

#gifts #gods #pleasure #dreams

Religions are, by definition, metaphors, after all: God is a dream, a hope, a woman, an ironist, a father, a city, a house of many rooms, a watchmaker who left his prize chronometer in the desert, someone who loves you - even, perhaps, against all evidence, a celestial being whose only interest is to make sure your football team, army, business, or marriage thrives, prospers, and triumphs over all opposition. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#god #religion #business

There are very few things that live in both this world and the world of dreams. Most are gods, angels and demons. The Stone you hold was made by Vlad Valkire the son of an angel and a demon. By the divine blood that ran in his veins, Valkire could see the light and hear the song of creation -- if only as glimmerings and whispers. "Over time, he became aware of the light and the music and as he grew so did his understanding of it. At the age of twenty two, he began his greatest labor -- the making of the Wyrd Stones. In them he captured the light and song of creation and by them some of the powers of gods, angels and demons fell into the hands of elves and men. A sorcerer who knows its secret may -- like a god, angel, or demon -- stand with one foot in this world and another within the world of dreams. "Your Stone is a gateway into the world of dreams, Luthiel. When you sing, it opens and you are, in part, taken there. Others who hold a Wyrd Stone like yours may know when someone crosses into dream. When you sang, I could hear you quite clearly. ↗

— Robert Fanney

#creation #demon #dreams #gods #light