Taliesin famous quotes

Monks congregate like dogs in a kennel, From contact with their superiors they acquire knowledge, Is one the course of the wind, is one the water of the sea? Is one the spark of the fire, of unrestrainable tumult? Monks congregate like wolves, From contact with their superiors they acquire knowledge. They know not when the deep night and dawn divide. Nor what is the course of the wind, or who agitates it, In what place it dies away, on what land it roars.
-- Taliesin

#Dog #Night #Wind

From warriors ravens grew red And with their leader a host attacked.
-- Taliesin

#Warrior #Ravens #Leader

I have been a multitude of shapes, Before I assumed a consistent form.
-- Taliesin

#Shapes #Form #Consistent

I praise the Lord, the Sovereign of the royal realm, Who has extended his sway over the tract of the world.
-- Taliesin

#World #Sovereign #Royal

Let them make their war. Whence come night and day? Whence will the eagle become gray? Whence is it that night is dark? Whence is it that the linnet is green? The ebullition of the sea, How is it not seen?
-- Taliesin

#War #Dark #Night

Old is man when he is born and young, young ever after.
-- Taliesin

#Men #Ever After #Young

Reaper of enemies; strong of grip; One kind with his fathers.
-- Taliesin

#Strong #Father #Enemy

Let them make their war. Whence come night and day? Whence will the eagle become gray? Whence is it that night is dark? Whence is it that the linnet is green? The ebullition of the sea, How is it not seen?
-- Taliesin

#War #Dark #Night

Don't let's go to the dogs tonight, For mother will be there.

Man is too near all kinds of beasts,--a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.

Man is an animal that makes bargains: no other animal does this - no dog exchanges bones with another.

I'm a bit of an insomniac. I go to bed at 5am because I get caught up in watching TV or listening to music at night.

Misuse of reason might yet return the world to pre-technological night; plenty of religious zealots hunger for just such a result, and are happy to use the latest technology to effect it.

There, like the wind through woods in riot, Through him the gale of life blew high; The tree of man was never quiet: Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.

Cats, no less liquid than their shadows, offer no angles to the wind. They slip, diminished, neat, through loopholes less than themselves.

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly... Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

... if, as women, we accept a philosophy of history that asserts that women are by definition assimilated into the male universal,that we can understand our past through a male lens--if we are unaware that women even have a history--we live our lives similarly unanchored, drifting in response to a veering wind of myth and bias.

Look and see which way the wind blows before you commit yourself.