And if the earth Gods wreak vengeance on the sinless and the sinful alike, then this further destruction cannot be punishment for sins, but is in the way of all nature.
For this is the thing the priests do not know, with their One God and One Truth: that there is no such thing as a true tale. Truth has many faces and the truth is like to the old road to Avalon; it depends on your own will, and your own thoughts, whither the road will take you, and whether, at the end, you arrive in the Holy Isle of Eternity or among the priests with their bells and their death and their Satan and Hell and damnation.
Want dat is wat de priesters met hun Ene God en Ene Waarheid niet weten: dat er niet zoiets als een waar verhaal bestaat.
From these Christians who came to us to escape the bigotry of their own kind I learned something, at last, of the Nazarene, the carpenter’s son who had attained Godhead in his own life and preached a rule of tolerance; and so I came to see that my quarrel was never with the Christ, but with his foolish and narrow priests who mistook their own narrowness for his.
Look to the east,” she said, “for always, while the light dies in the west, there is the promise of rebirth from the east.
As life grew better, happier, safer, did it also lose some indefinable edge which made it worth living at all?
Let them go!” interrupted Viviane angrily. “I still think we should let them go! I do not want to live in a world of Christians, who deny the Mother –.
I learned only so great a love of music as to be discontented with my own sounds.
But whatever it is that they believe, the views they hold are altering this world; not only in the spirit, but on the material plane. As they deny the world of the spirit, and the realms of Avalon, so those realms cease to exist for them. They still exist, of course; but not in the same world with the world of the followers of Christ.
His head was heavy on my breast, heavy as the child in my own childish arms, heavy as the King Stag who had come to me in triumph. Morgaine, my mother had called impatiently, take care of the baby... and all my life I had borne him with me.
Funny thing, how people keep fighting about religion, when really it’s all the same. Seems to me it’s the priests who make all the problems; most folks just want good harvests and healthy babies, just trying to get along. If it’s not the cattle stampeding, it’s the priests haranguing the crowds.
Leave tomorrow’s troubles for tomorrow’s men to solve.
Words flung in anger have an evil way of returning when you love them least.
Ma la donna disse che gran parte della gente sogna di ricominciare da capo, e aggiunse che in questo c’era qualcosa di commovente, non di pazzo.
The mountains shook again and settled into place, shaking themselves ever more lightly until the tremblors ceased.
Was she mad, with her fancies of shared destiny and the other half of her soul?
They wish to keep the weapons, and the harps, and everything else save for the suffering of childbirth and the toil of the cooking pot and the loom. I dare say they would like to say women cannot serve the gods, but no one would be foolish enough to believe that.
They have known one another since they were young, and if they cannot forget that once they loved in a way that comes not twice to any man.
Welke wijze God zou een man naar de hel sturen vanwege zijn onwetendheid, in plaats van hem te onderwijzen in het hiernamaals?
Even if you think it wicked and shameful, would you pretend to know what is right for another? Even the wise cannot know everything, and perhaps the Gods have more purposes than we in our little knowledge, can see.