The descent to the infernal regions is easy enough, but to retrace one's steps, and reach the air above, there's the rub.
The dragon is the paradigmatic figure of the marine monster, of the primordial snake, symbol of the cosmic waters, of darkness, night, and death - in short, of the amorphous and virtual, of everything that has not yet aquired a "form". The dragon must be conquered and cut to pieces by the gods so that the cosmos my come to birth.
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
He that climbs the tall tree has won right to the fruit, He that leaps the wide gulf should prevail in his suit.
May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air.
If I am really a part of your dream, you'll come back one day.
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation.
It's such an act of optimism to get through a day and enjoy it and laugh and do all that without thinking about death. What spirit human beings have!
I'm so happy to have been a part of that process and I would go straight back into the desert in a ton of chain mail for Ridley any day of the week. He's an amazing director and I can't wait to see the long version.
I'm a girl from a good family who was very well brought up. One day I turned my back on it all and became a bohemian.
It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
When you step back and watch people, you realize that we use every single body part. Movement, dance - I find it genius because it's ultimate expression, really.
I fantasize about having a manual job where I can come home at night, read a book and not feel responsible for what will happen the next day.
As a well-spent day brings happy sleep, so a life well spent brings happy death.
We sleep safe in our beds because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm.
The day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.
Each instant of life is a step toward death.
For the wretched one night is like a thousand; for someone faring well death is just one more night.
I have no dress except the one I wear every day. If you are going to be kind enough to give me one, please let it be practical and dark so that I can put it on afterwards to go to the laboratory.
I had to take my makeup off at work every night. I wasn't allowed to do it at home because my mom said that when your work day is done, you're done with work.
You've never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.
There are still so many places on our planet that remain unexplored. I'd love to one day peel back the mystery and understand them.