Ragnarok Quotes

“He was beautiful, that was always affirmed, but his beauty was hard to fix or to see, for he was always glimmering, flickering, melting, mixing, he was the shape of a shapeless flame, he was the eddying thread of needle-shapes in the shapeless mass of the waterfall. He was the invisible wind that hurried the clouds in billows and ribbons. You could see a bare tree on the skyline bent by the wind, holding up twisted branches and bent twigs, and suddenly its formless form would resolve itself into that of the trickster.”
― A. S. Byatt, Ragnarok: The End of the Gods

“The reading eye must do the work to make them live, and so it did, again and again, never the same life twice, as the artist had intended.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok

“She grew up in the ordinary paradise of the English countryside. When she was five she walked to school, two miles, across meadows covered with cowslips, buttercups, daisies, vetch, rimmed by hedges full of blossom and then berries, blackthorn, hawthorn, dog-roses, the odd ash tree with its sooty buds.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok

“[Loki] was beautiful, that was always affirmed, but his beauty was hard to fix or to see, for he was always glimmering, flickering, melting, mixing, he was the shape of a shapeless flame, he was the eddying thread of needle-shapes in the shapeless mass of the waterfall. He was the invisible wind that hurried the clouds in billows and ribbons...He was amused and dangerous, neither good nor evil. Thor was the classroom bully raised to the scale of growling thunder and whipping rain. Odin was Power, was in power. Ungraspable Loki flamed amazement and pleased himself.
The gods needed him because he was clever, because he solved problems. When they needed to break bargains they rashly made, mostly with giants, Loki showed them the way out. He was the god of endings. He provided resolutions for stories -- if he chose to. The endings he made often led to more problems.
There are no altars to Loki, no standing stones, he had no cult. In myths he was always the third of the trio, Odin, Hodur, Loki. In myths, the most important comes first of three. But in fairy tales, and folklore, where these three gods also play their parts, the rule of three is different; the important player is the third, the *youngest* son, Loki.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok

“But if you write a version of Ragnarok in the twenty-first century, it is haunted by the imagining of a different end of things. We are a species of animal which is bringing about the end of the world we were born into. Not out of evil or malice, or not mainly, but because of a lopsided mixture of extraordinary cleverness, extraordinary greed, extraordinary proliferation of our own kind, and a biologically built-in short-sightedness.”
― a.s. byatt, Ragnarok

“The black thing in her brain and the dark water on the page were the same thing, a form of knowledge. This is how myths work. They are things, creatures, stories, inhabiting the mind. They cannot be explained and do not explain; they are neither creeds nor allegories. The black was now in the thin child’s head and was part of the way she took in every new thing she encountered.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok

“She was a thin, sickly, bony child, like an eft, with fine hair like sunlit smoke.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok

“The movement of light and dark, the order of day and night and the seasons, was thus, the thin child understood, a product of fright, of the wolves in the mind. Order came from bonds and threatening teeth and claws.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok

“She was a logical child, as far as children go. She did not understand how such a nice, kind, good God as the one they preyed to, could condemn the whole earth for sinfulness and flood it, or condemn his only Son to a disgusting death on behalf of everyone. This death did not seem to have done much good.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok

“Therefore,' said Loki the mockery, to the snake his daughter, 'we need to know everything, or at least as much as we can. The gods have secret runes to help in the hunt, or give victory in battle. They hammer, they slash. They do not study. I study. I know.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok

“She was a thinking child, and worked this out. It hurt her, unlike most knowledge, which was strength and pleasure.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok

“The sea was as black as basalt, covered with churning foam, ice-green, clotted cream, shivering high walls full of needles of air going up and up and crashing down on other walls of water on the crumbling coasts of the world.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok

“Tanrı gibi yüce ve kusursuz bir varlığın nasıl olup da üzerinde yaşayanları günaha boğuldukları gerekçesiyle cezalandırmak için tüm dünyayı devasa bir tufana maruz bıraktığını ya da tek Oğlunu herkesin günahlarının ceremesini çekmek üzere korkunç bir ölüme mahkûm ettiğini bir türlü aklı almıyordu. Kaldı ki bu ölüm, pek de bir işe yaramışa benzemiyordu.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok

“The black thing in her brain and the dark water on the page were the same thing, a form of knowledge. This is how myths work. They are things, creatures, stories, inhabiting the mind. They cannot be explained and do not explain; they are neither creeds nor allegories.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok: The End of the Gods

“Imagining the end of things, when you are a child, is perhaps impossible. The thin child, despite the war that was raging, was more afraid of eternal boredom, of doing nothing that mattered, of day after day going nowhere, than she was of death or the end of things. When she thought of death she thought of the little boy across the road who had died of diabetes. No one at school, told of this, knew how to respond. Some giggled. They shifted in their seats. She did not, in fact, imagine this boy as dead; she went no further than understanding that he was not there and never would be. She knew that her father would not return, but she knew this as a fact in her own life, not in his. He would not be there again. She had nightmares about hangings, appalled that any human being could condemn any other human to live through the time of knowing the end was ineluctably coming.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok

“The words men used to describe the gods were the words they used for fetters or bonds, things which held the world together, within bounds, preventing the breakout of chaos and disorder.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok: The End of the Gods

“This first act of the new gods took place in three colours, the first that humans see and name, black, white and red. The Gap was black, many shades of black, thick and fine, glossy and tenebrous. The great snowman was white, except where his own parts cast white-violet shadows, in the pits of his arms, in his monstrous nostrils, under his knees. The new gods hacked and laughed. Blood spurted from the wounds they made, poured from his neck over his shoulders, slid like a hot garment over his chest and flanks, flowed, flowed, filled the glass ball with running crimson, and drowned the world. It was unquenchable, it was the life that had been in him, under the clay and ice, it drained away into death.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok

“Sonra birden, çekicini havaya kaldırmış vaziyette öylece dikilmekte olan Thor'un bacaklarının arasından bir Cüce geçti koşarak. Ona bir tekme savuran Thor, Cüceyi geminin alev alev yanan güvertesine fırlattı. Cücenin ismi Lit'ti. Onun hakkında bilinen tek şey, adının Lit olduğu ve Thor'un savurduğu tekmeyle havalanıp ateşin içine düşerek canlı canlı kavrulduğudur.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok

“Ze probeerde zich zondig te voelen. Maar haar geest wendde zich af, naar waar hij levend was.”
― A.S. Byatt, Ragnarok