Celtic Mythology Quotes

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Signe Pike
“In prehistoric times, early man was bowled over by natural events: rain, thunder, lightning, the violent shaking and moving of the ground, mountains spewing deathly hot lava, the glow of the moon, the burning heat of the sun, the twinkling of the stars. Our human brain searched for an answer, and the conclusion was that it all must be caused by something greater than ourselves - this, of course, sprouted the earliest seeds of religion. This theory is certainly reflected in faery lore. In the beautiful sloping hills of Connemara in Ireland, for example, faeries were believed to have been just as beautiful, peaceful, and pleasant as the world around them. But in the Scottish Highlands, with their dark, brooding mountains and eerie highland lakes, villagers warned of deadly water-kelpies and spirit characters that packed a bit more punch.”
Signe Pike, Faery Tale: One Woman's Search for Enchantment in a Modern World

“This is a passion story: my passion, his, ours — yours.”
Elizabeth Cunningham, The Passion of Mary Magdalen

Cornelia Amiri
“Trees are silent guards, they are the listeners and they hold knowledge mankind has long forgotten.” - The Wolf and The Druidess”
Cornelia Amiri, The Wolf and the Druidess

“I am the Wind that blows across the Sea
I am the Wave of the Ocean
I am the Murmur of the Billows
I am the Bull of the Seven Combats
I am the Vulture on the Rock
I am a Ray of the Sun
I am the Fairest of Flowers
I am a Wild Boar in Valour
I am a Salmon in the Pool
I am a Lake on the Plain
I am the Skill of the Craftsman
I am a Word of Science
I am the Spear-point that gives Battle
I am the god who creates in the head of man the Fire of Thought.
Who is it that Enlightens the Assembly upon the mountain, if not I?
Who tells the ages of the moon, if not I?
Who shows the place where the sun goes to rest, if not I?
Who calls the cattle from the House of Tethra?
On whom do the cattle of Tethra smile?
Who is the god that fashions enchantments - the enchantment of battle and the wind of change?
― Amergin”

Jennifer McKeithen
“Water reveals the sounds of the Otherworlds, to those who know how to listen.”
Jennifer McKeithen, Atlantis: On the Shores of Forever

W.B. Yeats
A Faery Song

Sung by the people of Faery over Diarmuid and Grania, in their bridal sleep under a Cromlech.

We who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Silence and love;
And the long dew-dropping hours of the night,
And the stars above:

Give to these children, new from the world,
Rest far from men.
Is anything better, anything better?
Tell us it then:

Us who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of years,
If all were told.”
W.B. Yeats, The Rose

Jennifer McKeithen
“My legion has won many victories. And since you are my dearest friend, we will fight that much harder." His intense, dark eyes locked with hers. "I swear to you: Ker-Ys will not fall.”
Jennifer McKeithen, Atlantis: On the Shores of Forever

Phil  Parker
“There were fairies at the bottom of my garden and they were torturing someone.

Technically they weren’t Fae. My people didn’t like to bloody their hands, they preferred to use sadistic bastards like Spriggans.

They’d come for me. Finally. After centuries of waiting, my people had demonstrated how long they could hold a grudge.”
Phil Parker, The Bastard From Fairyland

Phil  Parker
“I stared into the darkness and thought how it mirrored what was inside me, how it hid the demon others called Puck.”
Phil Parker, The Bastard From Fairyland

“In the Celtic mind, humanity and the animal kingdom were intimately connected. This interconnection with nature was reflected in their gods, who took the forms of the animals they revered, blurring the distinction between the animal and human realms.”
Stephanie Woodfield

Patricia Monaghan
“I awaken myself to the greatest lesson Ireland offers: that I must wake up to whatever place I find myself, wake up to its seasons and weather, its heritage and special beauties, its ultimate and indisputable holiness.

I have news for you: spring comes everywhere with sweetness and hope. Summer's fullness becomes harvest, then the world sleeps through a dark time. This is the only truth: that just as Ireland is sacred, so all land is sacred, as we are all sacred. This is my news.”
Patricia Monaghan, The Red-Haired Girl from the Bog: The Landscape of Celtic Myth and Spirit

Stewart Stafford
“The Chattering Season by Stewart Stafford

Hear a fearsome banshee's wail,
From a dank bog or Celtic dale,
Like the pulling of the rat's tail,
In the whistle of a thrashing gale.

In this skittish son of Mc's room,
A death knell tolls out his doom,
A cursed shadow now does loom,
Her spirit bride's unwilling groom.

The stark evening's grim messenger,
She's a maelstrom's fatal passenger,
Howls from last breath's harbinger,
No dowry for this eternal dowager.

© Stewart Stafford, 2022. All rights reserved.”
Stewart Stafford

Robin Craig Clark
“The wind was blustering again, whipping the curtains. Peter went over to close the window. The moon was now high on the eastern rise, radiant above the church where small water-cart clouds raced across the sky. About to fasten the window latch, his eye was drawn down to the garden. The fox stood under the apple tree looking up at him. The animal began to bark. Each monosyllabic yip and yap seemed to mimic human speech. By some strange power or spell, Peter could understand what the animal was saying. He heard the words loud and clear.
‘I-am Si-on,’ the fox barked. Man and beast looked unwaveringly at one another, neither moving a muscle. The wind stopped blowing, the curtains hung at rest.
Peter leaned out the window.
‘What do you want from me?’ he called down.
‘Save-us-from-the-stea-lers,’ barked Sion. Peter’s mind reeled. It would be madness to believe he could understand what the fox was saying—lunacy to think he could commune with it! ‘I must still be asleep,’ he reasoned, closing the window. He sat down on the bed, folding his hands in his lap. But this is not a dream. Lying down, he pulled the bedcovers over himself. ‘Save-us! Save-us! Save-us!’ the fox kept barking from the garden.”
Robin Craig Clark, Heart of the Earth: A Fantastic Mythical Adventure of Courage and Hope, Bound by a Shared Destiny

Elizabeth    Wilson
“Kiana loved birds," Breena told him late one dusky evening. "When she was just a few summers old, she would run beneath them as they flew, her chubby arms stretched out as if tmo take flight alongside them." She sniffed and wrapped her arms around her stomach. "A few weeks before the attack, she told me that she was still going to fly one day. 'I look at the birds, and I see freedom,' she said. 'To soar above the hurt of the world, to be too high for the wars of men to touch you: that is what it means to fly.”
Elizabeth Wilson, House of the Dead

“I am presently most displeased with the entire male gender and sure it would take little inducement on your part to cause me to use this weapon to lop off your head this night. So be gone with you, for I don’t care to be in your company! You cause me great suspicion!”
“I cause you suspicion? You’re the one doin’ the whole Lizzie Borden routine!”
Leigh Ann Edwards, A Witch's Life

“We cannot permit ourselves to live our lives in fear of what may happen or we’d not care to leave our beds each day. Though at the moment that would suit me entirely fine!” he chuckled and held her close.”
Leigh Ann Edwards, A Witch's Life

“I love you, Killian O’Brien. Every inch of you from your thick brown hair to your large warrior’s feet, and a good many inches in between.”
Leigh Ann Edwards, A Witch's Life

“Are you awake then, Lainna?” he shispered gently against her ear.
“Aye, well, if I wasn’t already awake I soon would be with you pokin’ me with your diddler!”
Leigh Ann Edwards, A Witch's Life

“You slept with twelve women in one day? Wow, that’s really impressive! And without Viagra!” the other man lowly declared to himself.”
Leigh Ann Edwards, A Witch's Life

Phil  Parker
“Robin Goodfellow to those he knows. Puck to those he kills. He’s lived among humans for centuries, they think he’s a demon. The teenagers he’s forced to protect, despise him. This exiled warrior, traitor to the Fae and victim of persecution because of his sexuality, has turned into a lonely and unforgiving bastard. The perfect stooge to kill a king.”
Phil Parker, The Bastard From Fairyland

Phil Parker
“I stared into the darkness and thought how it mirrored what was inside me, how it hid the demon others called Puck.”
Phil Parker, The Bastard from Fairyland

Susan Cooper
“Then the last of the mist blew away, and in the dim light beneath the lowering sky they saw a line of trees before them, a wood of beech trees capping a round chalk hill - and, gradually appearing on the slope in front of the wood, a single huge tree. It took shape under their eyes, a shadowy outline becoming steadily more solid and real; it rose and filled out and its broad leaves rustled and tossed in the wind. Its trunk was as thick as ten men, its branches spread wide as a house. It was an oak tree, more vast and ancient than any tree they had ever seen.”
Susan Cooper, Silver on the Tree

Laurence Galian
“There are many mythical journeys in the world's mythologies. For example, in Islam there is the crossing of the razor sharp bridge known as the siratul mustaqim. In Celtic mythology, Lancelot crossed a 'sword bridge.' The Zoroastrians crossed the Chinvat bridge.”
Laurence Galian, The Sun at Midnight: The Revealed Mysteries of the Ahlul Bayt Sufis

“When the aged countrywoman stands at her door in the evening and, in her own words, 'looks at the mountains and thinks of the goodness of God,' God is all the nearer because the pagan powers are not far: because northward in Ben Bulben, famous for hawks, the white square door swings open at sundown, and those wild unchristian riders rush forth upon the fields, while southward the White Lady, who is doubtless Maive herself, wanders under the broad cloud nightcap of Knocknarea.”

Katherine Kempf
“Mimameid wasn’t built to keep people out. It was built to keep people in. It was built to be a fortress, to keep our people safe behind our walls, but The Celts have changed that.”
Katherine Kempf, The Mimameid Solution

Katherine Kempf
“If you ever need help - if there is ever a time when you need me, come here. Meet me at the clootie well. Nothing can touch us here, meurgerys.”
Katherine Kempf, The Mimameid Solution

Katherine Kempf
“What she felt was the pull of home.
And it felt so raw, like the landscape of the North Country being pulled free from the receding ice. The frozen layers that protected her heart were melting away. The wild North was calling to her.”
Katherine Kempf, The Mimameid Solution

Katherine Kempf
“Siobhan called upon an even deeper part of her. She’d seen what Petra hadn’t even known until that moment. That her love was a far more powerful force than her hate. And far more destructive.”
Katherine Kempf, The Mimameid Solution

Robin Craig Clark
“By bringing together our differences we will see how similar we really are. Combining our strengths and talents is how we will survive, and embracing love according to the needs and values of the tribe is how we shall conquer our fear...”
Robin Craig Clark, Heart of the Earth: A Fantastic Mythical Adventure of Courage and Hope, Bound by a Shared Destiny

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