Satyrs Quotes

• All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.

  Sara Teasdale

  Sunset, Heart, Moon

  Sara Teasdale, William Drake (1984). "Espejo del corazón: Poemas de Sara Teasdale", MacMillan Publishing Company

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• I fear that we are such gods or demigods only as fauns and satyrs, the divine allied to beasts, the creatures of appetite, and that, to some extent, our very life is our disgrace.

  Henry David Thoreau

  Life, Fauns, Human Nature

  Henry David Thoreau (2014). “Citizen Thoreau: Walden, Civil Disobedience, Life Without Principle, Slavery in Massachusetts, A Plea for Captain John Brown”, p.134, Graphic Arts Books

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• From forty to fifty a man is at heart either a stoic or a satyr.

  Arthur Wing Pinero

  Corazón, Hombres, Edad

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• My men like satyrs grazing on the lawns, / Shall with their goat-feet dance an antic hay.

  Christopher Marlowe

  Dance, Men, Feet

  Edward II act 1, sc. 1 (1593)

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• Around the hero everything turns into a tragedy, around the demigod, a satyr-play, and around God--what? perhaps a "world"?

  Friedrich Nietzsche

  God, Hero, Play

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• ¿La eternidad con Artemisa?" Lanzó un gran suspiro. Thalia puso los ojos en blanco. "Sátiros. Estáis todos enamorados de Artemisa. ¿No entendéis que ella nunca os corresponderá?". "Pero ella está tan... metida en la naturaleza", se desmayó Grover. "Estás loco", dijo Thalia. "Nueces y bayas", dijo Grover soñadoramente. "Sí.

  Rick Riordan

  Love You, Eye, Nuts

  Rick Riordan (2007). "La maldición del Titán"

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• Great," Percy said. "Seven of us against Hercules." "And a satyr!" Hedge added. "We can take him.

  Rick Riordan

  Seven, Said

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• He nodded nervously. ‘He looks like a magician. I hate magicians. They usually have rabbits.’ I stared at him. ‘You’re scared of bunnies?’ ‘Blah-hah-hah! They’re big bullies. Always stealing celery from defenceless satyrs.

  Rick Riordan

  Hate, Bully, Rabbits

  Rick Riordan (2009). “Percy Jackson and the Last Olympian”, p.156, Penguin UK

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• Naturally, Coach Hedge went ballistic; but Percy found it hard to take the satyr seriously since he was barely five feet tall. "Never in my life!" Coach bellowed, waving his bat and knocking over a plate of apples. "Against the rules! Irresponsible!" "Coach," Annabeth said, "it was an accident. We were talking, and we fell asleep." "Besides," Percy said, "you're starting to sound like Terminus." Hedge narrowed his eyes. "Is that an insult, Jackson? 'Cause I'll—I'll terminus you, buddy!

  Rick Riordan

  Eye, Talking, Apples

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• Coach," Annabeth said, "it was an accident. We were talking, and we fell asleep." "Besides," Percy said, "you're starting to sound like Terminus." Hedge narrowed his eyes. "Is that an insult, Jackson? 'Cause I'll-I'll Terminus you, buddy!

  Rick Riordan

  Eye, Talking, Sound

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• ...me parecía vivir en un manicomio creado por mí mismo. Me paseaba con todas esas figuras fantásticas: centauros, ninfas, sátiros, dioses y diosas, como si fueran pacientes y yo los estuviera analizando. Leía un mito griego o negro como si un lunático me estuviera contando su anamnesis.

  Carl Jung

  Nymphs, Greek, Insane

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• Tell me", he wanted to say, "everything in the whole world" - for he had the wildest, most absurd, extravagant ideas about poets and poetry - but how to speak to a man who does not see you? who sees ogres, satyrs, perhaps the depth of the sea instead?

  Virginia Woolf

  Men, Sea, Ideas

  Virginia Woolf (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Virginia Woolf (Illustrated)”, p.1145, Delphi Classics

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• And I could always set Coach Hedge on fire,” Leo volunteered. “Then he can be fire.” The thought of a blazing satyr screaming, “Die, scumbag!” as he attacked Gaea was almost enough to make Piper laugh— almost.

  Rick Riordan

  Fire, Laughing, Gaea

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• Running, close companion to death, summons us to the most vivid acts of life. Our ancestors (we have forgotten) ran for food and for love, love and lust. For us, a prime symbol of sexuality is the automobile. For the ancients it was the chase, the foot race. Satyr and nymph, maiden and god, hot pursuit. The mythic hunters, Diana and Atalanta, available only to the males, men or gods, who could outrun them; death to all others.

  George Leonard

  Correr, Hombres, Carrera

  George Leonard (2001). “The Ultimate Athlete”, p.178, North Atlantic Books

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• . ...en agosto, en Mississippi, hay unos días a mediados de mes en los que, de repente, se siente un anticipo del otoño, hace fresco, la luz es suave, luminosa, como si no viniera de hoy, sino de los viejos tiempos clásicos. Podría tener faunos y sátiros y los dioses y - de Grecia, desde el Olimpo en alguna parte. Dura sólo un día o dos, luego desaparece. . ...el título me recordó a esa época, a una luminosidad más antigua que nuestra civilización cristiana.

  William Faulkner

  Cristiano, Otoño, Luz

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• After the satyrs filed in to dinner, the Hermes cabin brought up the rear. They were always the biggest cabin. Last summer it had been led by Luke, the guy who fought with Thalia and Annabeth on top of Half-Blood Hill. For a while, before Poseidon had claimed me, I'd lodged in the Hermes cabin. Luke had befriended me...and then he'd tried to kill me.

  Rick Riordan

  Summer, Blood, Guy

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• Hooves clomping over the whitewashed planks, Doren sprinted along the boardwalk after Rondus, a portly satyr with butterscotch fur and horns that curved away from each other. Puffing hard, Rondus cut through a gazebo and started down the stairs to the field. Only a few steps behind, Doren went airborne and slammed into the heavyset satyr. Together they pitched violently forward into the grass, staining their skin green.

  Brandon Mull

  Cutting, Skins, Together

  Brandon Mull, Brandon Dorman (2009). “Grip of the Shadow Plague”, p.364, Simon and Schuster

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