Mythic Imagination Quotes

“...and though it is perhaps too facile to say that he was already in love with her, it is certainly true that from that moment on she was a permanent element in his mind.”
― Joseph Campbell, Mythic Imagination

“It is remarkable how completely forgotten episodes, when touched with a word, open to the memory—at first vaguely, like the recollection of a dream, but then with increasing clarity and certitude, until at last all is again present, and one wonders how such scenes could have ever been forgotten.”
― Joseph Campbell, Mythic Imagination

“The girl was absorbed in him, without consciousness or shame.”
― Joseph Campbell, Mythic Imagination

“Every step they took, she told him something he'd never known before; and yet it always seemed, the moment she'd said it, as if he had known it all his life.”
― Joseph Campbell, Mythic Imagination

“Her every step seemed an advertisement of her entire anatomy.”
― Joseph Campbell, Mythic Imagination

“I'd be damn p-p-p-proud," he said, "of a f-father like Martin Hopper."

The girl tossed her head with disdain. "That's just your trouble, Douglas Hyde."

"What do you mean?" he bristled angrily.

"You know he's a phony," she answered coldly. "You've told me so yourself. And yet, in a pinch, you defend him."

The two stared at each other—blonde against dark—in absolute opposition.”
― Joseph Campbell, Mythic Imagination

“She was clearly competent to face, satisfy, and treat with asexual ease the brotherhood of men.”
― Joseph Campbell, Mythic Imagination

“Arnold suffered her stare for a moment, then turned, without rudeness, and cast his eyes about the shelves.”
― Joseph Campbell, Mythic Imagination

“A handsome girl with a round, dark face set like a flower on a stalk-like neck smiled prettily at John as she shut the door, then glanced at his companion and became lost in the contemplation of his eyes.”
― Joseph Campbell, Mythic Imagination

“Lilian was very soon well on her way into the mysterious retreat. The lure of the waters, the thought of the remote, unknown head of the valley, carried her forward. She was alone, excited, even happy in this craggy, tangled, gradually darkening, thoroughly wonderful, increasingly fascinating wild retreat. Here was her dear childhood again. Here was the original wholeness she had lost: fresh life, young knowledge of abundance, no inkling of loss or defeat. And here, at last (not in the lewd streets of the cities), her glorious beauty was clean, her life was clean, her sex. Like a growing, lovely flower, a supple shoot, a burgeoning tree, Lilian knew that this, this lovely mountain-womb, was her home; the world to which her radiant body belonged was this living world of the bursting flowers and the trees.”
― Joseph Campbell, Mythic Imagination

“No return to the office! No return, anymore, to anything! Her life had cracked and smashed, at last; let it go, let it go.”
― Joseph Campbell, Mythic Imagination