mythology

Kill them. Kill them all. Remind the world what it means to be Arya. Remind the world what it is to walk with the gods. _ Syoddhan Kauravya

_ the greatest mystery, the greatest wonder of creation is that we are capable of both relentless reason and boundless love ... It is not about what we are, but what we can become._ Govinda Shauri

I have placed my faith in humanity, but faith in the universal becomes meaningless without faith in the individual. _ Panchali Draupadi

Without love, we would not comprehend compassion.- Govinda Shauri

Kill them. Kill them all. Remind the world what it means to be Arya. Remind the world what it is to walk with the gods._ Syoddhan Kauravyaw

The Wheel of Time spins: there is beginning and there is end. But why does the Wheel of Time spin? Is it some divine force that propels it? Or is that force humanity, people in search of change and a better way of life?_ Asvattama Bharadvaja

No one person is the cause for or consequence of all that happens. I am just the tenth man, the threshold, the turn in the tide. I stand here on the shoulders of humanity, a mere instrument of Time._ Govinda Shauri

I am death; I am this blood, these ravaged lands, and this wanton destruction. _ Panchali Draupadi

A new age dawns, Uttara. The Wheel of Time has turned. Not too long from now _ hopefully in our lifetime _ Aryavarta will be a janapada, a realm ruled by its people, the largest such in the world!_ Abhimanyu Karshni

Men like you and I make myths, we weave stories to sanctify the life that has been given to us. But not Govinda. Men like him don__ make myths; they make destiny. _ Kshatta Vidur

Noble though it may be, our way of life is nothing but servitude. It does not take long for servitude to turn to subjugation._ Shikandin Draupada

There's something in there," Matt said. "Something alive. It punched me.""Punched you?" Baldwin's face screwed up. "Are you sure a bat didn't fly into you? I bet there are a few in there."Matt rubbed his tender jaw. "Unless its name is Bruce Wayne, that wasn't a bat.

He knelt down beside her and slowly rubbed a soft, muculent mix on her bare skin like a sculptor at work. It carried the pleasurable smell of wet earth. With his fingertips, he gently stroked every part of her body; and with every stroke, she groaned softly. She felt the pain that filled every bone in her body, yet she also felt the immense sensation of pleasure and comfort that was so foreign to her

The first time Kiya met Hapi was over a year ago. On that day, she was at the temple - not to sell pigeons and bread as usual, but to pray and offer sacrifices on the altar of Horus - the God of protection.

His fingers painted my skin with ruby red patterns of desire. In Keahi__ kiss I could taste the red burn of chili encrusted in the rich sweetness of melted chocolate. I breathed in his scent and it spoke to me of vanilla. The ink of my malu tattoo began to burn, searing markings of fiery joy.

One describes a tale best by telling the tale. You see? The way one describes a story, to oneself or to the world, is by telling the story. It is a balancing act and it is a dream. The more accurate the map, the more it resembles the territory. The most accurate map possible would be the territory, and thus would be perfectly accurate and perfectly useless. The tale is the map that is the territory.You must remember this.

Oh, he did look like a deity _ the perfect balance of danger and charm, he was at the same time fascinating and inaccessible, distant because of his demonstrated flawlessness, and possessing such strength of character that he was dismaying and at the same time utterly attractive in an enticing and forbidden way.

Readiness for action is the root of all kingly duties. Listen to the verse sung by Vrihaspati: By exertion the amrita was obtained, by exertion the asuras were slain and by exertion Indra obtained sovereignity in heaven and on earth. The heroes of exertion are superior to the heroes of speech. The heroes of speech gratify the heroes of exertion.