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In Norse paganism, Freyja (/fre/; Old Norse: [fryj], "(the) Lady") is a goddess associated with love, beauty, fertility, sex, war, gold, and seir (magic for seeing and influencing the future). Freyja is the owner of the necklace Brsingamen, rides a chariot pulled by two cats, is accompanied by the boar Hildisvni, and possesses a cloak of falcon feathers. By her husband r, she is the mother of two daughters, Hnoss and Gersemi. Along with her twin brother Freyr, her father Njrr, and her mother (Njrr's sister, unnamed in sources), she is a member of the Vanir. Stemming from Old Norse Freyja, modern forms of the name include Freya, Freyia, and Freja.
Freyja rules over her heavenly field, Flkvangr, where she receives half of those who die in battle. The other half go to the god Odin's hall, Valhalla. Within Flkvangr lies her hall, Sessrmnir. Freyja assists other deities by allowing them to use her feathered cloak, is invoked in matters of fertility and love, and is frequently sought after by powerful jtnar who wish to make her their wife. Freyja's husband, the god r, is frequently absent. She cries tears of red gold for him, and searches for him under assumed names. Freyja has numerous names, including Gefn, Hrn, Mardll, Sr, and Vanads. ~ Wikipedia


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Freya, Freyja, Froja (Icelandic, Scandinavian) Lady; Norse goddess of the planet Venus and sister of Frey, god of the planet Earth. Both are children of Njord, the Norse Saturn-Chronos, patron of the planet Saturn and the representative of time. Hence Frey and Freya are the children of time and due to end in time.

Freya, the goddess of love and beauty, corresponds to the Greek Aphrodite and the Roman Venus. As the higher intelligence of the planet Earth, she is the sponsor and supporter of motherhood, the family, and of the human race. She wears on her breast the “fiery jewel” Brisingamen, representing humanity’s finest characteristics. Often confused with Frigga, she is in certain respects interchangeable with her, inasmuch as the divinities of the solar system have strong correspondences with one another. Sacred to Freya is Friday (as Vendredi is to Venus).

freya ::: n. --> The daughter of Njord, and goddess of love and beauty; the Scandinavian Venus; -- in Teutonic myths confounded with Frigga, but in Scandinavian, distinct.


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Aesir (Icelandic) [from ass the ridgepole supporting a roof] plural ases; feminine asynja, feminine plural asynjor. Creative gods of the Norse Eddas, inhabiting Asgard (gard, yard or estate), where they retire to feast on the “mead” of experience gained in spheres of life. The twelve deities who build their mansions on various “shelves” of our universe are: Odin Allfather, who occurs on every level of life and is inherent in every living thing; his consort, Frigga; Thor, the power of life and electromagnetism, who corresponds to the Tibetan fohat and in one aspect corresponds to Jove; Balder, the sun god; Njord, the Norse Saturn; Tyr, the Norse Mars; Frey, the deity of planet Earth; Freya, of Venus; Hermod (an aspect of Odin), of Mercury. Heimdall, “the whitest Ase,” is the watcher on the rainbow bridge who sounds the gjallarhorn (loud horn) at Ragnarok when a world ends. Brage is poetic inspiration. The most mysterious and lofty ase is Ull, a cold, wintry (unmanifest) world. Paradoxically, “blessed is he who first touches the fire” of that sphere. Forsete is the god of justice who corresponds to the lipikas, agents of karma.

Amber Pale yellow, brown, or reddish fossilized resin, capable of a negative electric charge by friction. In Greek mythology amber was formed from the tears of Meleager’s sisters, or alternately of Phaeton’s sisters dropped into the Eridan after he was killed trying to drive the chariot of the sun. While the Eridan is usually identified with the Po River in Italy, Blavatsky holds that it was a northern sea (SD 2:770n). In Scandinavian myths it was attributed to the tears of Freya. In China amber was said to be the soul of the tiger transformed into a mineral after its death. It has been used widely for medicinal, religious, and decorative purpose.

Astarte (Greek) Greek form of the Syro-Phoenician goddess Ashtoreth, female counterpart of Baal. The goddess of love and fruitfulness, she was essentially a lunar goddess of productiveness or fertility. The Assyrian and Babylonian form was Ishtar, in Syria Atargates, in Phrygia Cybele, in the Bible Ashtoreth, and in North Africa Tanith or Dido. She was intimately connected in the Chaldean form of her worship with the planet Venus. She corresponds to the Egyptian Isis or Hathor, Greek Aphrodite, and Norse Freya. The Virgin Mary represented on the crescent moon weeping, is taken from similar images of Astarte (BCW 11:96-7).

balder ::: n. --> The most beautiful and beloved of the gods; the god of peace; the son of Odin and Freya.

Freya, Freyja, Froja (Icelandic, Scandinavian) Lady; Norse goddess of the planet Venus and sister of Frey, god of the planet Earth. Both are children of Njord, the Norse Saturn-Chronos, patron of the planet Saturn and the representative of time. Hence Frey and Freya are the children of time and due to end in time.

Freya, the goddess of love and beauty, corresponds to the Greek Aphrodite and the Roman Venus. As the higher intelligence of the planet Earth, she is the sponsor and supporter of motherhood, the family, and of the human race. She wears on her breast the “fiery jewel” Brisingamen, representing humanity’s finest characteristics. Often confused with Frigga, she is in certain respects interchangeable with her, inasmuch as the divinities of the solar system have strong correspondences with one another. Sacred to Freya is Friday (as Vendredi is to Venus).

Brisingamen (Icelandic) [from brising fire + men jewel] In Norse myths the fire jewel represents the fire of enlightened intelligence in the human race, pictured as a gem which the goddess Freya wears on her bosom. She is the spiritual power imbodied in the planet Venus and the protectress of evolving, aspiring humanity. Her gem has on more than one occasion been stolen by Loki — the mischievous lower mind — which brought grief to the gods, who have the well-being of humanity at heart. Once the precious gem was in grave danger: the matter-giant Trym (our physical globe earth) stole Thor’s hammer of creation and destruction and hid it deep beneath the ground, and for its return he demanded that Freya become his wife. The story relates that she snorted with such fierce outrage that the gem was shattered.

Closely associated with her was the tenth goddess Vor, she who is wise and of a searching spirit; none can conceal anything from her. Both are classed as handmaidens of the goddess Freya (Venus).

Following the war in heaven there took place an exchange of “hostages” between the aesir and vanir, and Njord (Saturn) was a vanagod sent as hostage to the aesir. He represents the saturnian qualities, among them those of Chronos (time). His children are Frey, the earth deity, and Freya, Venus, who is the guardian and protectress of the intelligent kingdom (humanity) on earth. This suggests that Njord was an emissary or avatara from the wise vanir to the active planetary gods, and that the vanir inspire avataric figures among the aesir. There are indications also that the aesir may graduate to the stature of the wise vanagods.

freya ::: n. --> The daughter of Njord, and goddess of love and beauty; the Scandinavian Venus; -- in Teutonic myths confounded with Frigga, but in Scandinavian, distinct.

Frey, Freyr, Fro (Icelandic, Scandinavian) [from fro seed; Anglo-Saxon frea; Swedish frojda rejoice] The Norse god associated with the earth: in theosophy he represents the planetary chain whose soul-world (Alfhem) was his “teething gift in the morning of time.” Frey and his sister Freya, goddess of the planet Venus, are the children of Njord, the Norse Saturn-Chronos.

Frigga, Frigg (Scandinavian, Icelandic) In the Norse Edda, the consort of Allfather Odin and wise mother of the aesir (gods) and of all creation. She spins the clouds (nebulae) and knows every being’s destiny. In Valhalla she “receives half the fallen” — Odin’s warriors who battle daily on Vigridsslatten (the plain of consecration); she has been connected with the planet Venus, but this properly belongs to Freya, with whom Frigg is sometimes confused.

frigga ::: n. --> The wife of Odin and mother of the gods; the supreme goddess; the Juno of the Valhalla. Cf. Freya.

Loki is closely related to the gem of Freya (human higher intelligence), and to Gullveig (thirst for gold). The latter can represent either wisdom or plain greed for possessions.

Mimameid is said to spread its branches over the land where Menglad (the goddess Freya) dwells. None may know of what root it is sprung but it “falls not for fire or iron.” In its topmost branches perches a golden bird named Wideopener, and in the Underworld a magic brew is secreted in an iron caldron secured with nine strong locks and guarded by the dread hag Sinmara.

Mimir’s well is one of the three springs which water the Tree of Life, Yggdrasil, the other two being those of Hvergelmir and Urd. His tree, Mimameid, is the Tree of Knowledge, which spreads its branches over the heavenly abode of Menglad (Freya), the higher mind.

Svipdag (Icelandic, Scandinavian) [from svip, svep appearance + dag day] Appearing as day; in Norse mythology, the hero Svipdag seeks the hall of Menglad (Freya) hoping to win her hand. After receiving from his dead mother (his own past) all needful virtues and qualities, he succeeds in reaching the abode of his beloved, only to be stopped at the magic gate by Odin in the guise of Verywise. Here he must satisfactorily answer a number of testing questions before he is finally admitted to the hall of Menglad, who has been eagerly awaiting his arrival. She represents his own divine hamingja (higher self).



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1:been peculiarly downplayed. ~ Freya North,
2:Risk is the salt and sugar of life. ~ Freya Stark,
3:One life is an absurdly small allowance. ~ Freya Stark,
4:Nearly all trouble comes from mis-timing. ~ Freya Stark,
5:All our acts have sacramental possibilities. ~ Freya Stark,
6:Curiosity is the one thing invincible in Nature. ~ Freya Stark,
7:Time is the sea in which men grow, are born, or die. ~ Freya Stark,
8:Who dares to be intellectual in the presence of death? ~ Freya Stark,
9:The beckoning counts, not the clicking latch behind you ~ Freya Stark,
10:There is generosity in giving, but gentleness in receiving. ~ Freya Stark,
11:It's just the world seems a very spacious place without him. ~ Freya North,
12:The art of advertising - untruthfulness combined with repetition. ~ Freya Stark,
13:It is only the unexpected that ever makes a customs officer think. ~ Freya Stark,
14:The beckoning counts, and not the clicking of the latch behind you. ~ Freya Stark,
15:The only thing for a pacifist to do is to find a substitute for war. ~ Freya Stark,
16:Surely, of all the wonders of the world, the horizon is the greatest. ~ Freya Stark,
17:The world has become too full of many things, an over furnished room. ~ Freya Stark,
18:We love those people who give with humility, or who accept with ease. ~ Freya Stark,
19:words are but drops pressed out of the lives of those who lived them. ~ Freya Stark,
20:Words are the only arteries of thought our poor human body possesses. ~ Freya Stark,
21:I dislike being an anvil for the hammering out of other people's virtues. ~ Freya Stark,
22:Your real progressives are never fair: they are never sufficiently neutral. ~ Freya Stark,
23:It's not a persons mistakes which define them - it's the way they make amends. ~ Freya North,
24:It is better to be passionate than to be tolerant at the expense of one's soul. ~ Freya Stark,
25:One has to resign oneself to being a nuisance if one wants to get anything done. ~ Freya Stark,
26:The Council!” Ingrid yelped.
“The oracle doesn’t knock,” Freya scoffed. ~ Melissa de la Cruz,
27:Conventions are like coins, an easy way of dealing with the commerce of relations. ~ Freya Stark,
28:The true fruit of travel is perhaps the feeling of being nearly everywhere at home. ~ Freya Stark,
29:I think I added pepper too early in the cooking – did you know it loses its potency? ~ Freya North,
30:The most ominous of fallacies - the belief that things can be kept static by inaction ~ Freya Stark,
31:There can be no happiness if the things we believe are different than the things we do. ~ Freya Stark,
32:Whoever designed this frigging map was having a laugh. Just around the corner, my arse. ~ Freya Stark,
33:There can be no happiness if the things we believe in are different from the things we do ~ Freya Stark,
34:There can be no happiness if the things we believe in are different from the things we do. ~ Freya Stark,
35:This is excellence - the following of anything for its own sake and with its own integrity. ~ Freya Stark,
36:Fair and unfair are among the most influential words in English and must be delicately used. ~ Freya Stark,
37:Few are the giants of the soul who actually feel that the human race is their family circle. ~ Freya Stark,
38:It is not badness, it is the absence of goodness, which, in Art as in Life, is so depressing. ~ Freya Stark,
39:it is a lean employment of time to brood on what might have happened along some other turning. ~ Freya Stark,
40:So now I’m popular?” Freya says. “They hate me, and I hit someone, and now they like me? ~ Kim Stanley Robinson,
41:To feel, and think, and learn - learn always: surely that is being alive and young in the real sense ~ Freya Stark,
42:Christmas is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart. ~ Freya Stark,
43:Tolerance cannot afford to have anything to do with the fallacy that evil may convert itself to good. ~ Freya Stark,
44:advertisement ... has brought our disregard for truth into the open without even a figleaf to cover it. ~ Freya Stark,
45:I do like people who have not yet made up their minds about everything, who in fact are still receiving ~ Freya Stark,
46:Love of learning is a pleasant and universal bond since it deals with what one is and not what one has. ~ Freya Stark,
47:Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart. ~ Freya Stark,
48:I was clinging to all that had been and, in an ideal world, all that we had hoped for. He, he wanted out. ~ Freya North,
49:Am I falling in love? She thought, is it safe to do so with this man? She thought, I don't need to answer. ~ Freya North,
50:Style is something peculiar to one person; it expresses one personality and one only; it cannot be shared. ~ Freya Stark,
51:Absence is one of the most useful ingredients of family life, and to dose it rightly is an art like any other. ~ Freya Stark,
52:It is so pleasant to feel that we have succeeded in doing what all the People who Know told us was impossible. ~ Freya Stark,
53:An absolute condition of all successful living, whether for an individual or a nation, is the acceptance of death. ~ Freya Stark,
54:The true call of the desert, of the mountains, or the sea, is their silence - free of the networks of dead speech. ~ Freya Stark,
55:She didn't want to be reminded of her past or how different her present was from the future she'd taken for granted. ~ Freya North,
56:Things good in themselves ... perfectly valid in the integrity of their origins, become fetters if they cannot alter. ~ Freya Stark,
57:If one were given a single window from which to look upon the changing Eastern world, it should face, I think, the road. ~ Freya Stark,
58:You say I’m a demigod. I say I’m a receipt. My dad crafted a pair of earrings for Freya. She married him for a day. She ~ Rick Riordan,
59:every frontier is doomed to produce an opposition beyond it. Nothing short of the universal can build the unfenced peace. ~ Freya Stark,
60:I feel like a divorced wife once my book is published and has left me, and hate to be brought back into intimate contact! ~ Freya Stark,
61:In one form or another, conscious or unconscious, we have all become propagandists; integrity alone can keep us truthful. ~ Freya Stark,
62:What I find trying in a country which you do not understand and where you cannot speak, is that you can never be yourself. ~ Freya Stark,
63:EMPTYLEATHER , a bag completed by Blitzen, son of Freya. Jack helped."

"I wrote that!" Jack said proudly. "I helped! ~ Rick Riordan,
64:I am a terrible judge of character' 
"I don't think so. You just need to take note of FACTS from the outset, not feelings. ~ Freya North,
65:I have long come to believe that, more than any other destruction, our word-recklessness is endangering the future of us all. ~ Freya Stark,
66:To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the most pleasant sensations in the world. You are surrounded by adventure. ~ Freya Stark,
67:... it is a matter of civilizing everyone or not being civilized at all: the decay has always come from a partial civilization. ~ Freya Stark,
68:I've always been so intrigued by French language and how it completely changes you, because of cultural context, because of humor. ~ Freya Mavor,
69:... freshness trembles beneath the surface of Everyday, a joy perpetual to all who catch its opal lights beneath the dust of habit. ~ Freya Stark,
70:All the feeling which my father could not put into words was in his hand-any dog, child or horse would recognize the kindness of it. ~ Freya Stark,
71:She liked him. She liked the feeling of liking him. She felt light and smiley and too full of excitement to think of anything else.  ~ Freya North,
72:Pain and fear and hunger are effects of causes which can be foreseen and known: but sorrow is a debt which someone else makes for us. ~ Freya Stark,
73:I do think we should be provided with a new body about the age of thirty or so when we have learnt to attend to it with consideration. ~ Freya Stark,
74:... the thwarting of the instinct to love is the root of all sorrow and not sex only but divinity itself is insulted when it is repressed. ~ Freya Stark,
75:The art of learning fundamental common values is perhaps the greatest gain of travel to those who wish to live at ease among their fellows. ~ Freya Stark,
76:The great and almost only comfort about being a woman is that one can always pretend to be more stupid than one is and no one is surprised. ~ Freya Stark,
77:The symbol is greater than visible substance. . . . Unhappy the land that has no symbols, or that chooses their meaning without great care. ~ Freya Stark,
78:Currently she was midway through a bittersweet David Nicholls novel that any other time might well have made her self-indulgently reflective. ~ Freya North,
79:I do dislike people with Moral Aims. Everyone asks me why I learn Arabic, and when I say I just like it, they looked shocked and incredulous. ~ Freya Stark,
80:In life we have to size up the chances and calculate the possible risks and our ability to deal with them and then make our plans accordingly. ~ Freya North,
81:I think that the worst unpleasantness of age is not its final fact ... but the tediousness of preparation, the accumulating number of defeats. ~ Freya Stark,
82:I have been trying. For over two years, I've been trying. I continue to try. Why do you always imply it's something I have the power to change? ~ Freya North,
83:I have no reason to go, except that I have never been, and knowledge is better than ignorance. What better reason could there be for travelling? ~ Freya Stark,
84:it's easy for you to be so sweet.’ ‘Why? Because I have a well-paid job and a roof over my head and I pay my credit cards off in full each month? ~ Freya North,
85:Manners are like zero in arithmetic. They may not be much in themselves, but they are capable of adding a great deal of value to everything else. ~ Freya Stark,
86:The church was of the devil’s making. It twisted people’s minds and made them forsake things and kill in the name of the false god. Freya, ~ Johanne Hildebrandt,
87:From love one can only escape at the price of life itself; and no lessening of sorrow is worth exile from that stream of all things human and divine. ~ Freya Stark,
88:monotony is not to be worshipped as a virtue; nor the marriage bed treated as a coffin for security rather than a couch from which to rise refreshed. ~ Freya Stark,
89:She was tired of people saying things they thought she wanted to hear almost as much as she dreaded them saying the things she didn't want to listen to. ~ Freya North,
90:As boas maneiras são como o zero a aritmética: por si sós, elas pouco ou nada representam, mas são capazes de acrescentar muito ao valor das outras coisas. ~ Freya Stark,
91:The unexpectedness of life, waiting round every corner, catches even wise women unawares (...) To avoid corners altogether is, after all, to refuse to live. ~ Freya Stark,
92:Sometimes I feel I have nothing in common with anyone.
I shamble through the day, […]
and each new hour with each new person is a cliff I can’t climb — ~ Freya Manfred,
93:A work of art is static; and its value and its weakness lie in being so: but the tuft of grass and the clouds above it belong to our own travelling brotherhood. ~ Freya Stark,
94:That's the beauty about love. It's not about give-and-take - it's about feeling safe in one's needs - wanting to be looked after as much as wanting to look after. ~ Freya North,
95:A pen and a notebook and a reasonable amount of discrimination will change a journey from a mere annual into a perennial, its pleasures and pains renewable at will. ~ Freya Stark,
96:Life, to be happy at all, must be in its way a sacrament, and it is a failure in religion to divorce it from the holy acts of everyday, of ordinary human existence. ~ Freya Stark,
97:Tell me that you refuse to allow me to be so stupid. Tell me that you will not tolerate this relationship being over just when it was on the verge of really taking off. ~ Freya North,
98:You will, if you're wise and know the art of travel, let yourself go on the stream of the unknown and accept whatever comes in the spirit in which the gods may offer it. ~ Freya Stark,
99:The portion we see of human beings is very small: their formats and faces, voices and words.... beyond these, like an immense dark continent, lies all that has made them. ~ Freya Stark,
100:I suspect anyone self-satisfied enough to refuse lawful pleasures: we are not sufficiently rich in our separate resources to reject the graces of the universe when offered. ~ Freya Stark,
101:... there are few things that can reconcile us fully to our parting with a world of which the longest life can see so little and whose beauties have so extraordinary a variety. ~ Freya Stark,
102:To think to keep things as they are, is to let them move unpredictably, since nothing but death will still the beat of the heart or keep the universe from its perpetual motion. ~ Freya Stark,
103:... I want to be one of those people who are always to be found at home, nice restful people whom everybody likes because they give a feeling of permanence to this rushing world. ~ Freya Stark,
104:The essence of travel is diffuse. It is never there on the spot as it were, but always beyond: its symbol is the horizon, and its interest always lies over that edge in the unseen. ~ Freya Stark,
105:This is one of the charms of the desert, that removing as it does nearly all the accessories of life, we see the thin thread of necessities on which our human existence is suspended. ~ Freya Stark,
106:Revolution is man's normal activity, and if he is wise he will grade it slowly so that it may be almost imperceptible - otherwise it will jerk in fits and starts and cause discomfort. ~ Freya Stark,
107:Frey was the god of spring and summer! read the caption. He was the god of wealth, abundance, and fertility. His twin sister, Freya, the goddess of love, was very pretty! She had cats! ~ Rick Riordan,
108:I do sillier things sober, to be honest. I'm quite a silly person. Freya pulled my skirt up in a shop other day, I could've killed her - not literally, of course. But that was her not me. ~ Donna Air,
109:I first noticed how the sound of water is like the talk of human voices, and would sometimes wake in the night and listen, thinking that a crowd of people were coming through the woods. ~ Freya Stark,
110:If we are strong, and have faith in life and its richness of surprises, and hold the rudder steadily in our hands. I am sure we will sail into quiet and pleasant waters for our old age. ~ Freya Stark,
111:Most people, after accomplishing something, use it over and over again like a gramophone record till it cracks, forgetting that the past is just the stuff with which to make more future. ~ Freya Stark,
112:the main necessity on both sides of a revolution is kindness, which makes possible the most surprising things. To treat one's neighbor as oneself is the fundamental maxim for revolution. ~ Freya Stark,
113:every word calls up far more of a picture than its actual meaning is supposed to do, and the writer has to deal with all these silent associations as well as with the uttered significance. ~ Freya Stark,
114:There are, I sometimes think, only two sorts of people in this world - the settled and the nomad - and there is a natural antipathy between them, whatever the land to which they may belong. ~ Freya Stark,
115:A part of all art is to make silence speak. The things left out in painting, the note withheld in music, the void in architecture - all are as necessary and as active as the utterance itself. ~ Freya Stark,
116:The greatest of mythologies divided its gods into creators, preservers and destroyers. Tidiness obviously belongs to the second category, which mitigates the terrific impact of the other two. ~ Freya Stark,
117:The Persian's mind, like his illuminated manuscripts, does not deal in perspective: two thousand years, if he happens to know anything about them, are as exciting as the day before yesterday. ~ Freya Stark,
118:The perpetual charm of Arabia is that the traveler finds his level there simply as a human being; the people's directness, deadly to the sentimental or pedantic, likes the less complicated virtues. ~ Freya Stark,
119:They did the whole lingering gaze thing, following it with the glancing-away, smiling-knowingly routine. She felt vivacious, a feeling she remembered, she was enjoying the self-confidence, the larkiness. ~ Freya North,
120:Constancy, far from being a virtue, seems often to be the besetting sin of the human race, daughter of laziness and self-sufficiency, sister of sleep, the cause of most wars and practically all persecutions. ~ Freya Stark,
121:In life, time can't stand still and it's unrealistic to attempt to create a state where it does. There again, time passes all too quickly and lives are too short to make the wrong decisions and have regrets. ~ Freya North,
122:Love, like broken porcelain, should be wept over and buried, for nothing but a miracle will resuscitate it: but who in this world has not for some wild moments thought to recall the irrecoverable with words? ~ Freya Stark,
123:We were not for underestimating magic - a life-conductor like the sap between the tree-stem and the bark. We know that it keeps dullness out of religion and poetry. It is probable that without it we might die. ~ Freya Stark,
124:Few - very few - of our attainments are so profound that they are valid for always; even if they are so, they need adjustment, a straightening here, a loosening there, like an old garment to be fitted to the body. ~ Freya Stark,
125:That film, I mean "The shining" got me thinking about the way of telling stories and how effective it can be and how it can really shape people and move people to such a degree. It got me questioning storytelling. ~ Freya Mavor,
126:The closest she had been to them was certain summer evenings when they had gone for picnics in the magravine's ice-barge -- simple family affairs, just Freya and Mama and Papa and about seventy servants and courtiers ~ Philip Reeve,
127:One can only really travel if one lets oneself go and takes what every place brings without trying to turn it into a healthy private pattern of one's own and I suppose that is the difference between travel and tourism. ~ Freya Stark,
128:On the whole, age comes more gently to those who have some doorway into an abstract world-art, or philosophy, or learning-regions where the years are scarcely noticed and the young and old can meet in a pale truthful light. ~ Freya Stark,
129:Generalizations, one is told, are dangerous. So is life, for that matter, and it is built up on generalization - from the earliest effort of the adventurer who dared to eat a second berry because the first had not killed him. ~ Freya Stark,
130:youth looks at its world and age looks through it; youth must get busy on problems whose outlines stand single and strenuous before it, while age can, with luck, achieve a cosmic private harmony unsuited for action as a rule. ~ Freya Stark,
131:She realised with every inch of her being that she wanted Freya; she was in love with Freya. Her mind, with its perfectly rational arguments, had list the battle with her heart. She felt it. It was real. The conflict was torture. ~ Kiki Archer,
132:Tidiness ... makes life easier and more agreeable, does harm to no one and actually saves time and trouble to the person who practices it: there must be an ominous flaw to explain why millions of generations continue to reject it. ~ Freya Stark,
133:Whatever the advantages of the machine may be - and they are many - the very ease of its use is bound to make away with intimacy - the intercourse of human beings, of animals, or of that which we still think of as the natural world. ~ Freya Stark,
134:As I write this I feel that draining, hollowing helplessness that genuine love for another person produces in you. It's at these moments that we know we are going to die. Only with Freya, Stella and Gail. Only three. Better than none. ~ William Boyd,
135:... I cannot think a civilization worth having that does not encourage and enable its subjects to spend something, not extorted by governments but freely given to keep wretchedness at least from the streets they walk through day by day. ~ Freya Stark,
136:Once divested of missionary virus, the cult of our gods gives no offence. It would be a peaceful age if this were recognized, and religion, Christian, communist or any other, were to rely on practice and not on conversion for her growth. ~ Freya Stark,
137:When my sister died,” Freya says quietly, “it was very sudden. I had no time to say goodbye. But she knew I loved her. I knew she loved me. It is not the moment of passing that is most important. It is all the moments that come before. ~ Brigid Kemmerer,
138:The pain never goes away, Freya, but it becomes manageable. One day, you'll wake up and realize you can breathe a little easier than the day before. Until then, all you can do is lean on people closest to you... lean on me. I want you to. ~ Jessica Prince,
139:Good days are to be gathered like grapes, to be trodden and bottled into wine and kept for age to sip at ease beside the fire. If the traveler has vintaged well, he need trouble to wander no longer; the ruby moments glow in his glass at will. ~ Freya Stark,
140:I always find that I'm less sarcastic in France and maybe I'm a bit more shy and a bit more reserved, even more polite. My voice tends to go up quite a lot. I'd love to speak more languages just to discover who I become in a different language. ~ Freya Mavor,
141:can’t help but smile. Sure, I have no idea how I’m going to come up with a viable experiment on emotions, but I’m not worrying about it on my own. Just the ‘we’ in Freya’s sentence makes me feel like everything will be okay. Eventually.               ~ Anonymous,
142:Freya told me Caul has dreams about this place every night,” said Tom. “He dreams about Uncle’s voice, whispering to him the way it used to when he was a child. Why would Uncle keep talking to them all, over the speakers, even while they were asleep? ~ Philip Reeve,
143:For example,’ Tess continued, ‘Christmas just gone, they went skiing. I mean, I don't ski, I couldn't have afforded the trip and I couldn't have gone with Em being so little. But I wasn't invited anyway. So it did mean I didn't have plans for Christmas. ~ Freya North,
144:He was a fool. Annoying, as fools are. But there are always fools, Freya. People like him will always exist, and they don’t matter. Don’t you see? They just don’t matter. Fools will always be with us. You have to leave them to it, and find your own way. ~ Kim Stanley Robinson,
145:Like a human being, the mountain is a composite creature, only to be known after many a view from many a different point, and repaying this loving study, if it is anything of a mountain at all, by a gradual revelation of personality, an increase of significance. ~ Freya Stark,
146:Accuracy is the basis of style. Words dress our thoughts and should fit; and should fit not only in their utterances, but in their implications, their sequences, and their silences, just as in architecture the empty spaces are as important as those that are filled. ~ Freya Stark,
147:The camel is an ugly animal, seen from above. Its shoulders slope formless like a sack, its silly little ears and fluff of bleached curls behind them have a respectable, boarding-house look, like some faded neatness that dresses for propriety but never dressed for love. ~ Freya Stark,
148:The artist's business is to take sorrow when it comes. The depth and capacity of his reception is the measure of his art; and when he turns his back on his own suffering, he denies the very laws of his being and closes the door on everything that can ever make him great. ~ Freya Stark,
149:His version of 'real' love isn't sufficient for me, I don't think anyone should settle for so little. It wasn't love - not in the true sense. On my part, it was neediness, insecurity, dependence, habit - desperate to feel loved by a man who was often ambivalent towards me.  ~ Freya North,
150:The language of salesmanship was no doubt born with the first fashions in fig leaves in the garden of Eden. A strange concept has grown around it: if something is to be sold, inaccuracy is not immoral. Hence the art of advertisement - untruthfulness combined with repetition. ~ Freya Stark,
151:On the other hand, there is a certain advantage in traveling with someone who has a reputation for shooting rather than being shot: as Keram said, in a self-satisfied way, they might kill me, but they would know that, if I was with him, there would be unpleasantness afterwards. ~ Freya Stark,
152:One is so apt to think of people's affection as a fixed quantity, instead of a sort of moving so with the tide, always going out or coming in but still fundamentally there: and I believe this difficulty in making allowance for the tide is the reason for half the broken friendships. ~ Freya Stark,
153:I can't get over the exciting beauty of New York - the pencil buildings so high and far that the blueness of the sky floats about them; the feeling that one's taxis, and shopping, all go on in the deep canyon-beds of natural erosions rather than in the excrescences of human builders. ~ Freya Stark,
154:It seems to me that the only thing for a pacifist to do is to find a substitute for war: mountains and seafaring are the only ones I know. But it must be something sufficiently serious not to be a game and sufficiently dangerous to exercise those virtues which otherwise get no chance. ~ Freya Stark,
155:This is a great moment, when you see, however distant, the goal of your wandering. The thing which has been living in your imagination suddenly become part of the tangible world. It matters not how many ranges, rivers or parching dusty ways may lie between you; it is yours now for ever. ~ Freya Stark,
156:Intentionally, or unintentionally, Kat had spoken with her eyes; tenderly and lovingly conveying a message to Freya that her tongue wouldn't let her speak. It was glaringly obvious they both felt it. The words were not important. The pauses, gazes, and drawn out breaths were what mattered. ~ Kiki Archer,
157:In smaller, more familiar things, memory weaves her strongest enchantments, holding us at her mercy with some trifle, some echo, a tone of voice, a scent of tar and seaweed on the quay. . . . This surely is the meaning of home—a place where every day is multiplied by all the days before it. ~ Freya Stark,
158:The tourist travels in his own atmosphere like a snail in his shell and stands, as it were, on his own perambulating doorstep to look at the continents of the world. But if you discard all this, and sally forth with a leisurely and blank mind, there is no knowing what may not happen to you. ~ Freya Stark,
159:Get out," said Freya. "What kind of woman do you think I am?"
"But, My hammer," said Thor.
"Shut up, Thor," said Loki.
Thor shut up. They left.
"She's very beautiful when she's angry," said Thor. "You can see why that ogre wants to marry her."
"Shut up, Thor," said Loki again. ~ Neil Gaiman,
160:The monstrosity of bureaucracy, I thought: always the pint-pot judging the gallon, the scribe's, the door-keeper's world. Always the stupidity of people who feel certain about things they never try to find out. A world that educates people to be ignorant - that is what this world of ours is. ~ Freya Stark,
161:He stared at her breasts incredulously, but not with lust. "For the love of Freya! You wear Ruby's strange undergarment. Lingerie, methinks she named it."
"This is not my mother's bra." Rain clamped her jaw shut defiantly, then demanded to know, "How did you ever see my mother's underwear? ~ Sandra Hill,
162:Travel does what good novelists also do to the life of everyday, placing it like a picture in a frame or a gem in its setting, so that the intrinsic qualities are made more clear. Travel does this with the very stuff that everyday life is made of, giving to it the sharp contour and meaning of art. ~ Freya Stark,
163:All greatness in style begins, I imagine, with such respect, deep and passionate enough to produce a humility which will not assert itself at the expense even of inanimate things: out of which submissiveness a desire to serve is born, in disinterested accuracy toward the object, whatever it may be. ~ Freya Stark,
164:The past is our treasure. Its works, whether we know them or not, flourish in our lives with whatever strength they had. From it we draw provision for our journey, the collected wisdom whose harvests are all ours to reap and carry with us, though we may never live again in the fields that grew them. ~ Freya Stark,
165:I have met charming people, lots who would be charming if they hadn't got a complex about the British and everyone has pleasant and cheerful manners and I like most of the American voices. On the other hand I don't believe they have any God and their hats are frightful. On balance I prefer the Arabs. ~ Freya Stark,
166:The camel carries on his dreary circular task with his usual slow and pompous step and head poised superciliously, as if it were a ritual affair above the comprehension of the vulgar; and no doubt he comforts himself for the dullness of life by a sense of virtue, like many other formalists beside him. ~ Freya Stark,
167:I had a hard time looking at Freya without staring. There really wasn’t anything safe to focus on – her eyes, her lips, her belly button. I silently scolded myself, This is Blitzen’s mom! This is my aunt!

I decided to focus on her left eyebrow. There was nothing entrancing about a left eyebrow. ~ Rick Riordan,
168:Christmas, in fact, is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart: like a nursery story, its validity rests on exact repetition, so that it comes around every time as the evocation of one's whole life and particularly of the most distant bits of it in childhood. ~ Freya Stark,
169:The most unreal thing about the bar was Taylor Swift’s ‘Blank Space’ blasting from the speakers.

‘Dwarves like human music?’ I asked Blitzen.

‘You mean humans like our music.’

‘But …’ I had a sudden image of Taylor Swift’s mom and Freya having a girls’ night out in Nidavellir. ‘Never mind. ~ Rick Riordan,
170:Every victory of man over man has in itself a taste of defeat.... There is no essential difference between the various human groups, creatures whose bones and brains and members are the same; and every damage we do there is a form of mutilation, as if the fingers of the left hand were to be cut off by the right. ~ Freya Stark,
171:Solitude, I reflected, is the one deep necessity of the human spirit to which adequate recognition is never given in our codes. It is looked upon as a discipline or penance, but hardly ever as the indispensable, pleasant ingredient it is to ordinary life, and from this want of recognition come half our domestic troubles. ~ Freya Stark,
172:not wholly consciously, but not quite unconsciously, as far as I can remember, I determined to fashion my future as a sculptor his marble, and there was in it the same mixture of foresight and the unknown. The thing in the mind of the artist takes its way and imposes its form as it wakens under his hand. And so with life. ~ Freya Stark,
173:Fair enough,” said Thor. “What’s the price?” “Freya’s hand in marriage.” “He just wants her hand?” asked Thor hopefully. She had two hands, after all, and might be persuaded to give up one of them without too much of an argument. Tyr had, after all. “All of her,” said Loki. “He wants to marry her.” “Oh,” said Thor. “She won't like that. ~ Neil Gaiman,
174:I think you’re the only person I know who gets excited over these
dead things.”

Freya returned his smile with her own grin and let the crossbow in
her hands rest against her hip. “If you don’t think they’re even the
teensiest bit fascinating, then you best just stay home and let me and
Darius do the fun stuff for once. ~ Laurel Jay,
175:What should I do?” A sly grin crossed his face and he rolled his hand out in front of him. “You are only limited by your imagination, Freya.” Great, so if I screwed it up it was just a problem with my mind. I considered that, recalling what Steed had said about feeling it, thinking about what you wanted to happen. But what did I want to happen? ~ Melissa Wright,
176:I surveyed my surroundings. The hill was covered with sweet-smelling wildflowers and dancing butterflies awash in warm, glowing light—the power of Freya, goddess and ruler of Vanaheim, washing over the realm. On the hilltop, Freya’s handpicked warriors lounged on blankets, laughing and sipping chai.
I scowled. Peace, butterflies, chai: this world was awful. ~ Rick Riordan,
177:You do not mind my humor?”

“Not at all. I’ve not laughed like this …” His brows drew together. “I think I’ve never laughed like this.”

“Usually I exasperate people. And I jest at inappropriate times. Such as during executions. Freya says ’tis my gift and my bane to frustrate others.”

“I like your manner, Reginleit. Life is long without humor. ~ Kresley Cole,
178:Perhaps the best function of parenthood is to teach the young creature to love with safety, so that it may be able to venture unafraid when later emotion comes; the thwarting of the instinct to love is the root of all sorrow and not sex only but divinity itself is insulted when it is repressed. To disapprove, to condemn the human soul shrivels under barren righteousness. ~ Freya Stark,
179:Drualt took Freya's warm hand,
Her strong hand,
Her sword hand,
And pressed it to his lips,
Pressed it to his heart.
Come with me,' he said.
Come with me to battle,
My love. Tarry at my side.
Stay with me
When battle is done.
Tarry at my side.
Laugh with me,
And walk with me
The long, long way.
Tarry with me,
My love, at my side. ~ Gail Carson Levine,
180:It's chemical, fancying him is purely chemical. It's intoxicating - the frisson, the attraction - it's intoxicating because it's purely chemical. But you'll just have to remember the wedding ring - divorcees don't wear wedding rings. This guy has his own Vita at home. You're his potential Suzie. Is that who you want to be? Do you want the next man in your life to have Tim's principles? ~ Freya North,
181:Niko popped a spare slice of bacon in his mouth, chewing it up contentedly. “I hate being a soul, being dead. You know what I hate most about it?”
“No sex?” Sophie guessed.
“That’s what I hate second most about it. No, what I hate most is—”
“That you can’t lie,” Adrian cut in.
Niko lifted his eyebrows at him, impressed. “You do know me. Exactly right.”
“And no bacon,” Freya added. ~ Molly Ringle,
182:However, the same old problem remained: relinquishing a cheque to her fetid bank account. It was like a bog. A cheque would be sucked down until the surface closed over and it looked no different from before. However, asking her sister for a postal order was one thing. Asking Joe for cash again was another. It didn't make her feel cheap; it just made her feel poor. And that decimated her self-esteem. ~ Freya North,
183:The intrepid traveler Freya Stark once said, “To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.” The uncomplicated joy of meeting a new day with no past, with no plan, and with no one in the world knowing where I am can be compared only to waking up on Christmas morning when I was a child. It’s the closest I have ever come to understanding the word “freedom. ~ Andrew McCarthy,
184:how can he love me then not? He went,he ran. And I cannot bring him back. Yet I left the door metaphorically wide open, hoping he'd come back and bang on it proclaiming, "I want to be here with you. Always." Soon I'm going to have to shutit. For my safety and my sanity. Let go. I don't want to. Won't letting go be just that - letting go? Giving up? Admitting failure? Admitting that it is really, truly over? ~ Freya North,
185:The true gardener then brushes over the ground with slow and gentle hand, to liberate a space for breath round some favorites; but he is not thinking about destruction except incidentally. It is only the amateur like myself who becomes obsessed and rejoices with a sadistic pleasure in weeds that are big and bad enough to pull, and at last, almost forgetting the flowers altogether, turns into a Reformer. ~ Freya Stark,
186:Drualt cleared his throat and began the traditional stanzas from Drualt. They hadn’t been said at weddings in his day, naturally, but they’d been said in Bamarre for centuries now. “Drualt took Freya’s warm hand, Her strong hand, Her sword hand, And pressed it to his lips, Pressed it . . .” Drualt’s voice wavered. He pulled a handkerchief from the pouch at his waist and blew his nose. Then he began again. ~ Gail Carson Levine,
187:Stitched into the bag’s side were several new lines of glowing red runic script.
“What does it say?” Alex asked.
“Oh, a few technical runes.” Blitz’s eyes crinkled with satisfaction. “Magic nuts and
bolts, terms and conditions, the end-user agreement. But there at the bottom, it says:
‘EMPTYLEATHER, a bag completed by Blitzen, son of Freya. Jack helped.’”
“I wrote that!” Jack said proudly. “I helped! ~ Rick Riordan,
188:The slightest living thing answers a deeper need than all the works of man because it is transitory. It has an evanescence of life, or growth, or change: it passes, as we do, from one stage to another, from darkness to darkness, into a distance where we, too, vanish out of sight. A work of art is static; and its value and its weakness lie in being so: but the tuft of grass and the clouds above it belong to our own traveling brotherhood. ~ Freya Stark,
189:If I were asked to enumerate the pleasures of travel, this would be one of the greatest among them - that so often and so unexpectedly you meet the best in human nature, and seeing it so by surprise and often with a most improbable background, you come, with a sense of pleasant thankfulness, to realize how widely scattered in the world are goodness and courtesy and the love of immaterial things, fair blossoms found in every climate, on every soil. ~ Freya Stark,
190:No one was ever good enough for anybody's precious sons. No one ever called daughters precious, and why was that? Things had not changed very much. In the end women like Emily and Ingrid and Freya and Joanna only had one another to lean on. The men were wonderful when they were around, but their fires burned too bright, they lived too close to the sun - look what happened to her boy, and to her man. Gone. Women only had one another in the end. ~ Melissa de la Cruz,
191:It wasn't about opening her mind, it was about closing down the racket of thoughts and opening up her body. 
She was tingling and throbbing and hot, not so much from her desire specifically for rick, as from a very physical yearning for human touch, to be wanted and ravished by another person after such a long period without. His attention, his hunger, was the thrill; it was an ego massage which in itself was better than her breasts being fondled.  ~ Freya North,
192:What a strange revelation of self-esteem it is when people only love those who think and feel as they do - an extension of themselves, in fact! Even Christianity does not cure us, since one cannot feel right without assuming that the rest must be wrong. Personally I would rather feel wrong with everybody else than right all by myself: I like people different, and agree with the man who said that the worst of the human race is the number of duplicates. ~ Freya Stark,
193:Well, in each situation there are gods of love who get people to love one another through different objects like arrows or cherry blossoms,” Angie replied. “What about Freya, though? Did she have something that made people fall in love with each other too?” “Actually, there are some similarities there as well. Freya acquired a necklace that was made by four dwarves. This necklace was called the Brisingamen, and some have referred to the necklace as the necklace of desire. ~ C J Anaya,
194:When we parted, she held on to me tight and said, "I love you, Logan. Don't let's lose touch.' I couldn't stop the tears and neither could she, so she lit a cigarette and I said it looked like rain wasn't far off, and somehow we managed to part.

As I write this I feel that draining, hollowing helplessness that genuine love for another produces in you. It's at these moments that we know that we are going to die. Only with Freya, Stella and Gail. Only three. Better than none. ~ William Boyd,
195:Joanna, like her daughters, was neither old nor young, and yet their physical appearances corresponded to their particular talents. Depending on the situation, Freya could be anywhere from sixteen to twenty-three years of age, the first blush of Love, while Ingrid, keeper of the Hearth, looked and acted anywhere from twenty-seven to thirty-five; and since Wisdom came from experience, even if in her heart she might feel like a schoolgirl, Joanna's features were those of an older woman in her early sixties. ~ Melissa de la Cruz,
196:... except in the eyes of a few fanatics (untrustworthy as all lovers) an unmitigated expanse of water is dull even when blue: not in a small boat, where you are part of the winds and currents and tides and are allowed to hold the tiller now and then; but from those decks which the shipping companies with subconscious insight try to make as suburban as possible so that the impact of the monster outside may be lessened, and where the unrecognized boredom is so deep that a wispy smear of smoke on the horizon will queue up a crowd as if for a Valkyrie passing. ~ Freya Stark,
197:For the first time in her life, she read voraciously. Anything that was on Joe's bookshelves she considered to have a worthy seal of approval. She tried authors she'd never heard of and authors she'd always meant to read. Every now and then she read passages twice, three times even, enjoying the wordcraft, the drama - but imagining that Joe had liked the book and wondering when he might be back and if there would be dinners they could share to discuss books they'd both read. [...] Tess was well aware it was escapiscm but what a way to pass another evening on her own. ~ Freya North,
198:I had to write a decalogue for journeys, eight out of the ten virtues should be moral, and I should put first of all a temper as serene at the end as at the beginning of the day. Then would come the capacity to accept values and to judge by standards other than our own. The rapid judgement of character; and a love of nature which must include human nature also. The power to dissociate oneself from one’s own bodily sensations. A knowledge of the local history and language. A leisurely and uncensorious mind. A tolerable constitution and the capacity to eat and sleep at any moment. And lastly, and especially here, a ready quickness in repartee. ~ Freya Stark,
199:She's finding it hard to cope - her hopes have been dashed, the future she dreamed about has gone and she's scared about that. There's nothing in its place. She wants you back. She doesn't want to let go of everything it meant to her. 
Because the world seems horribly big and empty. Because the future is a very frightening concept when you'd previously planned on sharing it with someone. Because she's a girl, she's a romantic and she fears if she lets  go of her dream, she'll live a nightmare. Because she has a hope and she fears if she lets her hope go, who will she be?
The effort, the pain of clinging on is preferable to the wide-open fear of letting go. ~ Freya North,
200:Solitude, I reflected, is the one deep necessity of the human spirit to which adequate recognition is never given in our codes. It is looked upon as a discipline or a penance, but hardly ever as the indispensable, pleasant ingredient it is to ordinary life, and from this want of recognition come half our domestic troubles...Modern education ignores the need for solitude: hence a decline in religion, in poetry, in all the deeper affections of the spirit: a disease to be doing something always, as if one could never sit quietly and let the puppet show unroll itself before one: an inability to lose oneself in mystery and wonder while, like a wave lifting us into new seas, the history of the world develops around us. ~ Freya Stark,
201:…like the Greeks, I suppose. They made a big thing of hoodwinking the Germans, until recently, of course. The Germans suddenly turned round and told the poor Greeks that the game was up. Oh dear. … I can just imagine the mythical parallel. There are all the Greek gods on Mount Olympus, or wherever they liked to cavort—cavorting away and having a great time on borrowed funds from those northern gods—Thor, Odin and so on—who of course inhabit northern forests and mountains. Anyway, the Greek gods have a great time and then Thor and Freya and so on get all sniffy and tell them that they have to cut the whole thing out and move down the mountain and get a job, or whatever. A terrible row ensues, with thunderbolts being hurled. ~ Alexander McCall Smith,
202:When it got to be time to design the week—a period of time, unlike the day, month, and year, with no intrinsic astronomical significance—it was assigned seven days, each named after one of the seven anomalous lights in the night sky. We can readily make out the remnants of this convention. In English, Saturday is Saturn’s day. Sunday and Mo[o]nday are clear enough. Tuesday through Friday are named after the gods of the Saxon and kindred Teutonic invaders of Celtic/Roman Britain: Wednesday, for example, is Odin’s (or Wodin’s) day, which would be more apparent if we pronounced it as it’s spelled, “Wedn’s Day”; Thursday is Thor’s day; Friday is the day of Freya, goddess of love. The last day of the week stayed Roman, the rest of it became German. ~ Carl Sagan,
203:Thus it went as she made her way around the biomes of Ring B. Always she found that her mother the great engineer had made some crucial intervention, finding solutions to problems that had stymied the locals. Devi had the knack of sidestepping dilemmas, Badim said when Freya mentioned this, by moving back several logical steps, and coming at the situation from some new way not yet noticed. “It’s sometimes called avoiding acquiescence,” Badim said. “Acquiescence means accepting the framing of a problem, and working on it from within the terms of the frame. It’s a kind of mental economy, but also a kind of sloth. And Devi does not have that kind of sloth, as you know. She is always interrogating the framing of the problem. Acquiescence is definitely not her mode. ~ Kim Stanley Robinson,
204:To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world. You are surrounded by adventure. You have no idea of what is in store for you, but you will, if you are wise and know the art of travel, let yourself go on the stream of the unknown and accept whatever comes in the spirit in which the gods may offer it. For this reason your customary thoughts, all except the rarest of your friends, even most of your luggage - everything, in fact, which belongs to your everyday life, is merely a hindrance. The tourist travels in his own atmosphere like a snail in his shell and stands, as it were, on his own perambulating doorstep to look at the continents of the world. But if you discard all this, and sally forth with a leisurely and blank mind, there is no knowing what may not happen to you. ~ Freya Stark,
205:You do NOT fear your OWN ability to COMMIT. Just think about your unwavering dedication to your career, your notion of sisterhood and friendship. You are tireless. That is why we all lean on you. Because you are totally committed to the lot of us. You do not have a "fear of commitment" that's just an easy way out of all of this. What you have dearest one, is a deep seated and totally understandable fear of OTHER people's commitment to YOU.
I totally wholeheartedly agree, you've never been in love. Until Zac, you've chosen chaps whom you've simply liked but who have loved you. so when it's over, it hasn't hurt you.
Why have you done this, over all these years? I'll tell you why, because what YOU actually fear is being left by someone YOU love.
Your fear of COMMITMENT centres solely on another's commitment to YOU'It makes ~ Freya North,
206:It is a remarkable fact that the people who do things by hand still find time to add to their work some elaboration of mere beauty which makes it a joy to look on, while our machine-made tools, which could do so at much less cost, are too utilitarian to afford any ornament. It used to give me daily pleasure in Teheran to see the sacks in which refuse is carried off the streets woven with a blue and red decorative pattern: but can one imagine a borough council in Leeds or Birmingham expressing a delicate fancy of this kind? Beauty, according to these, is what one buys for the museum: pots and pans, taps and door-handles, though one has to look at them twenty times a day, have no call to be beautiful. So we impoverish our souls and keep our lovely things for rare occasions, even as our lovely thoughts - wasting the most of life in pondering domestic molehills or the Stock Exchange, among objects as ugly as the less attractive forms of sin. ~ Freya Stark,
207:Eu, Darrell Standing, hoje sorrio para mim mesmo no Corredor da Morte por ter sido considerado culpado e condenado à morte por doze jurados respeitáveis e honestos. Doze sempre foi um número mágico do Mistério. Mas esse número não se originou nas doze tribos de Israel. Antes delas, já os contempladores de estrelas colocaram nos céus os doze signos do Zodíaco. E lembro que, quando fui um aesir e depois um vanir, Odin sentava-se para julgar os homens numa assembléia de doze deuses e seus nomes eram Tor, Baldur, Njrd, Freya, Tyr, Brogi, Heimdall, Hdr, Vidar, Ull, Forseti e Loki. Até mesmo nossas valquírias nos foram roubadas e transformadas em anjos e as asas dos cavalos das valquírias se prenderam aos ombros dos anjos. E o nosso Helheim daquela época de gelo e frio tomou-se o inferno de hoje, que é uma morada tão quente que o sangue ferve em nossas veias; enquanto o nosso Helheim era tão frio que o tutano se congelava dentro dos nossos ossos. ~ Jack London,
208:Bugs like these we’ve got here, you aren’t going to find those unless you slow down and hunt really hard. Live nearby for a while and look. At which point it’s too late, if you get a bad result. You’re out of luck then.” Long silence as he walked south along the beach. Then: “It’s too bad. It really is a very pretty world.” Later: “What’s funny is anyone thinking it would work in the first place. I mean it’s obvious any new place is going to be either alive or dead. If it’s alive it’s going to be poisonous, if it’s dead you’re going to have to work it up from scratch. I suppose that could work, but it might take about as long as it took Earth. Even if you’ve got the right bugs, even if you put machines to work, it would take thousands of years. So what’s the point? Why do it at all? Why not be content with what you’ve got? Who were they, that they were so discontent? Who the fuck were they?” This sounded much like Devi, and Freya put her head ~ Kim Stanley Robinson,
209:Drink Out Thy Glass
Drink out thy glass! See, on thy threshold, nightly,
Staying his sword, stands Death, awaiting thee.
Be not alarmed; the grave-door, opened slightly,
Closes again; a full year it may be
Ere thou art dragged, poor sufferer, to the grave.
Pick the octave!
Tune up the strings! Sing of life with glee!
Golden's the hue thy dull, wan cheeks are showing;
Shrunken's thy chest, and flat each shoulder-blade.
Give me thy hand! Each dark vein, larger growing,
Is, to my touch, as if in water laid.
Damp are these hands; stiff are these veins becoming.
Pick now, and strumming,
Empty thy bottle! Sing! drink unafraid.
.....
Skal, then, my boy! Old Bacchus sends last greeting;
Freya's farewell receive thou, o'er thy bowl.
Fast in her praise thy thin blood flows, repeating
Its old-time force, as it was wont to roll.
Sing, read, forget; nay, think and weep while thinking.
Art thou for drinking
Another bottle? Thou art dead? No Skal!
~ Carl Michael Bellman,
210:Dude. Whoa.”
I looked up to find Miles staring at me openmouthed in astonishment. Around him was a crowd of Vanaheim warriors. A few shifted and murmured uneasily.
The dark-haired girl in the bikini top moved forward. “They’re . . . dead.” A tear traced down her cheek.
It occurred to me then that while she, Miles, and the rest of Freya’s chosen were technically warriors, they might never have seen an actual battle, let alone been in one.
“Well, yes, they’re dead,” I said carefully. “But if they’d succeeded in charbroiling and eating me, then I’d be dead. For good.”
The girl looked at me blankly.
“Because I’m an einherji.”
The girl still looked puzzled.
“If I die outside Valhalla, I stay dead. Unlike the dragons who, being mythical creatures, will vanish into Ginnungagap and eventually be reborn.”
The girl’s face cleared. “The dragons will be reborn?” She grabbed her friend’s hands and started jumping up and down and squealing. “We’ll have baby dragons here soon. Soooo cute!” She beamed at me. “Thank you so much for killing them! ~ Rick Riordan,
211:Thor was waiting for him in the court of the gods, and before Loki had even landed he found himself seized by Thor's huge hands. "Well? You know something. I can see it in your face. Tell me whatever you know, and tell it now. I don't trust you, Loki, and I want to know what you know right this moment, before you've had a chance to plot and to plan.
Loki, who plotted and planned as easily as other folk breathed in and out, smiled at Thor's anger and innocence. "Your hammer has been stolen by Thrym, lord of all the ogres," he said. "I have persuaded him to return it to you, but he demands a price."
"Fair enough," said Thor. "What's the price?"
"Freya's hand in marriage."
"He just wants her hand?" asked Thor hopefully. She had two hands, after all, and might be persuaded to give up one of them without too much of an argument. Tyr had, after all.
"All of her," said Loki. "He wants to marry her."
"Oh," said Thor. "She won't like that. Well, you can tell her the news. You're better at persuading people to do things than I am when I'm not holding my hammer. ~ Neil Gaiman,
212:I hope it's that she simply doesn't figure large enough in his life to be worth mentioning, Vita thought.
And then she thought, if that was the case. It was therefore rather pathetic that Suzie loomed larger for her than for Tim, that Suzie was in some ways a more real presence in her life than in his. What she thought it boiled down to was that she really didn't want the woman he left her for to be the true, profound love of his life.
I auditioned for that role. I put so much effort into it, I loved it. I'm not ready to let it go to someone else.
But you keep forgetting he didn't leave you, Vita - you left him.
And then she thought, is this a slewed version of Aesop's dog in the manger? I don't want him - but I don't want him wanting anyone else?
And then she thought, For God's sake, shut up! This is doing me no good at all. All this thinking and wondering that I do isn't going to change him or the past. What a waste of quarter of an hour - sifting through all that emotional JUNK. She knew there was nothing of value in it- she'd been through it with a fine toothcomb over and again. ~ Freya North,
213:Maybe that’s why we’ve never heard a peep from anywhere. It’s not just that the universe is too big. Which it is. That’s the main reason. But then also, life is a planetary thing. It begins on a planet and is part of that planet. It’s something that water planets do, maybe. But it develops to live where it is. So it can only live there, because it evolved to live there. That’s its home. So, you know, Fermi’s paradox has its answer, which is this: by the time life gets smart enough to leave its planet, it’s too smart to want to go. Because it knows it won’t work. So it stays home. It enjoys its home. As why wouldn’t you? It doesn’t even bother to try to contact anyone else. Why would you? You’ll never hear back. So that’s my answer to the paradox. You can call it Euan’s Answer.” Later: “So, of course, every once in a while some particularly stupid form of life will try to break out and move away from its home star. I’m sure it happens. I mean, here we are. We did it ourselves. But it doesn’t work, and the life left living learns the lesson, and stops trying such a stupid thing.” Later: “Maybe some of them even make it back home. Hey—if I were you, Freya? I would try to get back home.” Later: “Maybe. ~ Kim Stanley Robinson,
214:JACK I’m Jack, the Sword of Summer, Sumarbrander, Blade of Frey. That is, I was his, until he tossed me away. FREY Jack, I did you wrong. You know I’m feeling the guilt. JACK Yeah, right. Forget you, man. Talk to my hilt! FREY Come on, Slice! Give me a chance. At least let me explain why I passed you off to Skirnir— JACK I know why. You were insane. You sat on Odin’s throne to search for Freya, your lost sister. A giantess caught your eye. So much for Freya. You just dissed her. FREY Gerd was gorgeous. Total hottie. I dream of her still. Shining face, lovely hair— JACK I think I’m going to be ill. FREY I know you’ve suffered, Blade of Frey, Sword of Summer, Sumarbrander. JACK The worst is yet to come, when I’m with my new commander. FREY You mean Surt, at Ragnarok. JACK The Black One of Muspellheim. On the day of doom, he’ll wield me— FREY —and free the Wolf. Chaos time. JACK Boiling seas. Bloodred skies. FREY Gods will vanish. Giants rise. JACK I’ll be sad to see you go. FREY Will you really? JACK Really? No. FREY Destiny is destiny. We all have our parts to play. JACK I’ll act mine now then, Nature Boy, and say, “See you later, Frey.” FREY There’ll never be another quite like you, Sword of Summer. Our paths may cross again. If not…good-bye, old friend. ~ Rick Riordan,
215:Gabe watched her move to the center of the green. In one gloved hand, she clutched a leash. The other end of the leash was attached to... something furry and brown that rolled.
"What is that?"
"That would be mongrel with two lamed hind legs. Apparently, Her Ladyship's friend devised a little chariot for his rear half, and the dog careens around the neighborhood like a yapping billiard ball. If you think that's strange, wait until you see the goat."
"Hold a moment. There's a goat?"
"Oh, yes. She grazes it on the square every afternoon. Doesn't precisely elevate the atmosphere of Bloom Square, now does it?"
"I see the problem."
"I'm only getting started. Her Ladyship has single-handedly set us back a month on the improvements." Hammond pulled a collection of letters from a folio. He held one aloft and read from it. "'Dear Mr. Hammond, I must request that you delay completion of the parquet flooring. The fumes from the lacquer are dizzying the hens. Sincerely yours, Lady Penelope Campion.'"
He withdrew another. "'Dear Mr. Hammond, I'm afraid your improvements to the mews must be temporarily halted. I've located a litter of newborn kittens in the hayloft. Their mother is looking after them, but as their eyes are not yet open, they should not be displaced for another week. Thank you for your cooperation. Gratefully yours, Lady Penelope Campion.'"
Gabe sensed a theme.
"Oh, and here's my favorite." Hammond shook open a letter and cleared his throat for dramatic effect. "'Dear Mr. Hammond, if it is not too great an imposition, might I ask that your workers refrain from performing heavy labor between nine o'clock in the morning and half-three in the afternoon? Hedgehogs are nocturnal animals, and sensitive to loud noises. My dear Freya is losing quills. I feel certain this will concern you as much as it does me. Neighborly yours, Lady Penelope Campion.'" He tossed the folio of letters onto the table, where they landed with a smack. "Her hedgehog. Really. ~ Tessa Dare,
216:The Longbeard's Saga: A.D. 400
Over the camp-fires
Drank I with heroes,
Under the Donau bank,
Warm in the snow trench:
Sagamen heard I there,
Men of the Longbeards,
Cunning and ancient,
Honey-sweet-voiced.
Scaring the wolf cub,
Scaring the horn-owl,
Shaking the snow-wreaths
Down from the pine-boughs,
Up to the star roof
Rang out their song.
Singing how Winil men,
Over the ice-floes
Sledging from Scanland
Came unto Scoring;
Singing of Gambara,
Freya's beloved,
Mother of Ayo,
Mother of Ibor.
Singing of Wendel men,
Ambri and Assi;
How to the Winilfolk
Went they with war-words,'Few are ye, strangers,
And many are we:
Pay us now toll and fee,
Cloth-yarn, and rings, and beeves:
Else at the raven's meal
Bide the sharp bill's doom.'
Clutching the dwarfs work then,
Clutching the bullock's shell,
Girding gray iron on,
Forth fared the Winils all,
Fared the Alruna's sons,
Ayo and Ibor.
Mad at heart stalked they:
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Loud wept the women all,
Loud the Alruna wife;
Sore was their need.
Out of the morning land,
Over the snow-drifts,
Beautiful Freya came,
Tripping to Scoring.
White were the moorlands,
And frozen before her:
Green were the moorlands,
And blooming behind her.
Out of her gold locks
Shaking the spring flowers,
Out of her garments
Shaking the south wind,
Around in the birches
Awaking the throstles,
And making chaste housewives all
Long for their heroes home,
Loving and love-giving,
Came she to Scoring.
Came unto Gambara,
Wisest of Valas,'Vala, why weepest thou?
Far in the wide-blue,
High up in the Elfin-home,
Heard I thy weeping.'
'Stop not my weeping,
Till one can fight seven.
Sons have I, heroes tall,
First in the sword-play;
This day at the Wendels' hands
Eagles must tear them.
Their mothers, thrall-weary,
Must grind for the Wendels.'
Wept the Alruna wife;
Kissed her fair Freya:'Far off in the morning land,
High in Valhalla,
A window stands open;
Its sill is the snow-peaks,
Its posts are the waterspouts,
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Storm-rack its lintel;
Gold cloud-flakes above
Are piled for the roofing,
Far up to the Elfin-home,
High in the wide-blue.
Smiles out each morning thence
Odin Allfather;
From under the cloud-eaves
Smiles out on the heroes,
Smiles on chaste housewives all,
Smiles on the brood-mares,
Smiles on the smiths' work:
And theirs is the sword-luck,
With them is the glory,So Odin hath sworn it,Who first in the morning
Shall meet him and greet him.'
Still the Alruna wept:'Who then shall greet him?
Women alone are here:
Far on the moorlands
Behind the war-lindens,
In vain for the bill's doom
Watch Winil heroes all,
One against seven.'
Sweetly the Queen laughed:'Hear thou my counsel now;
Take to thee cunning,
Beloved of Freya.
Take thou thy women-folk,
Maidens and wives:
Over your ankles
Lace on the white war-hose;
Over your bosoms
Link up the hard mail-nets;
Over your lips
Plait long tresses with cunning;So war-beasts full-bearded
King Odin shall deem you,
When off the gray sea-beach
At sunrise ye greet him.'
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Night's son was driving
His golden-haired horses up;
Over the eastern firths
High flashed their manes.
Smiled from the cloud-eaves out
Allfather Odin,
Waiting the battle-sport:
Freya stood by him.
'Who are these heroes tall,Lusty-limbed Longbeards?
Over the swans' bath
Why cry they to me?
Bones should be crashing fast,
Wolves should be full-fed,
Where such, mad-hearted,
Swing hands in the sword-play.'
Sweetly laughed Freya:'A name thou hast given them,
Shames neither thee nor them,
Well can they wear it.
Give them the victory,
First have they greeted thee;
Give them the victory,
Yokefellow mine!
Maidens and wives are these,Wives of the Winils;
Few are their heroes
And far on the war-road,
So over the swans' bath
They cry unto thee.'
Royally laughed he then;
Dear was that craft to him,
Odin Allfather,
Shaking the clouds.
'Cunning are women all,
Bold and importunate!
Longbeards their name shall be,
Ravens shall thank them:
Where women are heroes,
What must the men be?
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Theirs is the victory;
No need of me!'
Eversley, 1852.
From Hypatia.
~ Charles Kingsley,
217:Alma Venus! [excerpt]
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,
Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.
Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,
Or grave stars cluster for their midnight dance 1
Bringer of fire, from what far fane despoiled?
Potter of grace, by what fell finger soiled?
In temple throned of old, or here in shame
Lurking, to Deathless YOU, of many a namePaphia, Freya, Aphrodite, Fand,
Cabiri vague, or in the fairy band
Titania, Niamh, or that Morgan fay
Our simpler eyes in. Sicily to-day
Catch at her sorcery-to YOU, whose breath
To a rippling rapture stirs the pool of Death,
I bring this coronal of rose and rue,
With golden wattle twined-and she-oak too.
The living wheels we call Creation roll
Whither and while You lead. Who are their soul!
Wheels within wheels, and whose the whirl of eyes
But Love's, Who was. Who is. Who never dies?
Wheels within wheels, but ever at the nave
Venus Pandemos, She for Whom we crave!
Wheels within wheels, but glowing from the tires
Venus Immaculate's Uranian fires!
If lovelight played not round the misty bourn
Could Life her marshy perils thread unworn?
Were Heaven's many mansions built to hold
Women and men seraphically cold?
Or does annihilation mean but this'Tristram no more desires Isolda's kiss'?
Fountains of Art that keep this old Earth fresh
Ascend to God from cisterns of the flesh:
Angel and phoenix flowered from the fires
Of virgin Ishtar's ravenous desires:
In good Nile mud incestuous Isis set
Many a tree of knowledge bearing yet:
Austere Mohammed meets at Heaven's door
Fond phantoms of his desert dreams of yore:
The shrine, the song, the picture and the bust
Are diamonds doubles of the charcoal, lust. . .
Your ruby billows floated to our ken
Many a rite that soothes the souls of men;
Swastik of Ind as once Egyptian Tau
In shining symbol utters yet Your law:
And coldest fanes for eunuch gods designed
Reveal Your girdle with their chaplets twined.
Around the Maypole, aeon-old, they dance,
Maiden and youth of Britain and of France,
Obedient to the law, forgot to-day,
That fertile gods, unshackled by their play,
From winter death will duly be reborn
And with their foison fill the ears of corn:
Or where, horizonward, Australian sand
Billows monotonous, behold Your band
Of leaf-clad lubras, swaying to the hum
Of droning wizard and barbaric drum,
In strange Unthippa dance to conjure there,
With warm wild posturing and coy despair,
Some dream-time god of golden ages dim,
That with the drama of their love for him
The waste in sympathy will fertile grow,
Emu be plentiful, the dry creeks flow,
And all the wild be rich with nut and plant,
Witchetty grub and root and honey-ant:
Virgins and boys, who with the bridal pair
And hymeneal chant through Athens bear
That casket strange, unknowing that inside
The mysteries of Aphrodite hide,
Ye will acknowledge too, in turn, ere long,
Omnipotent the goddess of my song:
And, childless ones of Ind, with prayer ye pour
Oil on that shrine to-day, as wives of yore
On wayside Jahv or god of boundary,
For benison of grudged fertility. . . .
Let pale usurpers of Your old domain
In crumbling book and vapid hymn maintain
That You, great Queen, are dead, that nevermore
Shall devotee Your majesty adore,
Or sad Meander wail as long ago
For torn Adonis and Your helpless woe:
We hear in beating hearts another rune,
In hymn of man and maid another tune:
On every road Your living creatures draw,
Whither You list, the Tables of Your Law:
Wherever tree hath sap or being breath,
Ubiquitous, You bruise the head of Death:
Here, pallid cuckoo's great crescendos call
His coy companion to Your festival:
There, magpie warbles to the morning star
The advent of the rapture that You are:
And desolate the spirit unaware
Of quivering enchantment in the air
When August struggles from his gaoler's power,
And gleaming envoys from each wooing flower
Cajole the bees to waft his tender dues
To some dear tabernacle's secret cruse;
When listening almonds weary of the night
Hearing You coming blossom into white;
When wattle waking from her torpor cold
Knowing You near her trembles into gold;
When, ancient symbols realizing here,
Gabriel Spring announces every year
To expectant Nature's myriad maidenhood,
In rolling plain or solitary wood,
The miracle that maketh Life complete,
The brooding Presence of the Paraclete.
*
Magi profounder than the Eastern Three
Followed the Star of Your Epiphany:
Isis had hidden with a sullen pall
The secret of the Universe from all,
Until Lucretius wondering found a fold,
It swayed to Goethe's eyes, and, growing bold,
Darwin stooped down and groping patiently
Out of the dust lifted the hem, till we
Staggering saw against the eternal blue
The secret Builder of Creation-You I ...
'When Love was driven from the world by stark
And sexless mattoids of the Ages Dark,
Disgusted lore to Moorish havens fled,
The Muses nine with eunuch monks were wed:
Primordial terror to the day returned,
The witch in hordes and great Servetus burned:
Celibate piety with thumb uncouth
Plastered a fig-leaf over Plato's truth:
Aquinas thinned, to make a draught divine,
With holy water, Aristotle's wine;
Round every comer eft or devil stares,
And very Dante mumbles craven prayers;
The childish painter daubs his maudlin fears,
And song forgets to sing a thousand years.
Yet You had lingered cunningly concealed
Now in an altar-piece, now in a field
With shards of pillared grandeur buried deep,
Until the nightmare passed. Yea, did You peep
A moment now and then, ere rose the sun,
Under the hood of a rose-hearted nun
At Abelard, or told the tale so well
Of Launcelot that even glowering hell
Drove not Francesca from her lover's wraith;
Yea, visored chivalry unhorsed his faith,
And far Jerusalem and Paynim tryst
Forgot, for victory in a gender list
Where with the provocation of a smile
Your ambushed omnipresence would beguile
Crusader sullen to a softer creed,
Knight errant to an errant knight indeed....
As what strange god did You entice the King
Through brave Uriah's comely wife to fling
Harp and the psaltery aside to plan
As mean a deed as had polluted man
Till Sextus lusted, or her father's knife
Rescued Virginia from the hell of life?
Yea, there is that in You man dare not face:
A dark star dogs Your limpid planet's grace:
Jetsam from old pollution stales Your shore:
Lewd gargoyles grin above Your temple door. ...
Wormwood is waiter at Your choicest feast,
Your Beauty shadowed ever by the Beast.
Yon feudal lord of mediaeval France,
Your devotee of many a Rose Romance,
Hath on his peasants' daughters' bridal nights
Exacted to the full his shameful rights:
Your cuckoo calling Spring into the wood
Was stark nest-brother to a robin's brood:
And, tragi-comedy of humble life,
That doting husband of the buxom wife
Is fondling (while You laugh) the child she gave
At Your still altar to some passing knave. . ..
Was it a glimpse of phases fell that mar
The radiant round of Your auspicious star,
That drove the hermit to the wilderness
From demons lurking in Your least caress,
And bade the nun, as once the vestal too,
Renounce Your works and all Your pomps-and You?
Yea, those whose eyes can pierce the dazzling veil
Of Light that is Your mask have told a tale
Of how we in the world were once expelled
From Paradise, and now, in prison held,
On moaning treadmills of repeated lives
Work out our crimes, until the hour arrives
For life to cease on earth and You to fade
With all the woe Your temptress wiles have made.
You are the gaoler of that prison, Who
(For so they say) inveigle all to woo,
Be won, that so by our own ardours we
Keep lit Your hell, yea, for eternity,
Unless, until, ignoring all You say,
As monk, as nun, we dare to disobey.
If so it be, then were the barren one
Blest of all women underneath the sun,
An angel of the Lord sent here to ray
The midnight of the soul with coming day;
The tower impregnable that masters Fate
Is not the Caesar but the celibate;
And he at whom no woman ever smiled
Is everlasting Heaven's favoured child
Ordained (who knows?) in what benignant star
As Baptist of some glorious Avatar,
Whose Word shall cause all flesh to cease to be
And man be one again with Deity!. . .
Or when the veil we call Reality
Rifts, and the meaning of it all we see,
Will Good and Evil kiss and understand?
God walk with brother Satan hand in hand?
The cool-haired Night repose beside the Sun?
Pandemos prove with Love Uranian one?
The Tree of Life mature its golden fruits
From bark so sinister and those wan roots?
Slowly our interrogating eyes
Sobered with long deception recognize,
'Mid older clues dissolved to flecks, at last
One signal flashing from the Outer Vast,
Fell or benign (as falls or rises faith),
Comet or guiding star-Your rosy wraith!
Your rosy wraith that both in man and weed
'Writes deep and undeniable Your creed'Beget or hear, though ye to-morrow die,
Beget or bear, nor ask the reason why 1
Though sun and earth shall duly pass away,
Though all the gods shall ripen and decay,
It is Their Will Who bade the world exist:
And woe to him or her who doth not list
The sole clear mandate from the Otherwhere
Flushed through the Universe-Beget or bear 1'
Love we or dread we may not all ignore
The single beacon on the circling shore
Where Being laps upon the caverned steep
Wherefrom we drifted and whereto we creep.
Beacon 1 although You lead us but to gloom!
A guiding star, it may be, to the tomb!
Comet flung from the Void through trackless Light!
Yet is Your rosy flame in ion mite
And great pathetic man the only trace
Of something more than chance in Time and Space,
That purpose dimly threads the crazy web,
That tides of anguish ultimately ebb,
That green hope signals underground a Nile,
That faith is wiser than an ostrich wile,
That there is something in us will elude
The withering fingers of vicissitude,
And man's ripe earth by a guttering sun betrayed
Will not in cold and useless ruin fade.
Question the sibyl grottoes near or far
Whither or whence we sail or why we are!
Listen at Nature's beating heart for clue,
And every oracle we know or knew!
From Zodiac round of older destiny,
From tiny orbit of an atomy,
From Pythoness or oak or Magian fire,
Augur antique or wizard new inquire,
Austral churinga or the crystal ball,
'Wherefore does anything exist at all?'
Of star or fungus seek, of life or death,
Whence Being came and whither wandereth!
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Ask of the gloom that locks the secret in,
Ask of the light that saw the world begin!
The day, the night, and death and life are dumb:
From fungus, star or ball no answers come:
Silent, churinga, table, passing bird:
From fire or Druid oak no guiding word:
The Pythoness ambiguously sighs:
Orbit minute nor Zodiac house replies:
But dim the beating heart amid its sobs
With 'Alma Venus!' 'Alma Venus!' throbs;
While on two sibyl leaves, by a world-wind strange
Blown to our shore across the gulf of Change,
'Increase and multiply' on one is scrolled
In ochre crude, on one, in glowing gold
Around the pearly nimbus of a dove,
The script imperishable-'God is Love.'
~ Bernard O'Dowd,

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Book of Imaginary Beings (text), #unset, #Arthur C Clarke, #Fiction
  path. Gullinbursti pulled the chariot of Freya, the Norse
  goddess of love, marriage, and fertility.

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--- Overview of noun freya

The noun freya has 1 sense (no senses from tagged texts)
                    
1. Freya, Freyja ::: ((Norse mythology) goddess of love and fecundity; daughter of Njorth and sister of Frey)


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Sense 1
Freya, Freyja
   INSTANCE OF=> Norse deity
     => deity, divinity, god, immortal
       => spiritual being, supernatural being
         => belief
           => content, cognitive content, mental object
             => cognition, knowledge, noesis
               => psychological feature
                 => abstraction, abstract entity
                   => entity


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--- Synonyms/Hypernyms (Ordered by Estimated Frequency) of noun freya

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Sense 1
Freya, Freyja
   INSTANCE OF=> Norse deity




--- Coordinate Terms (sisters) of noun freya

1 sense of freya                            

Sense 1
Freya, Freyja
  -> Norse deity
   => Aesir
   => Vanir
   HAS INSTANCE=> Balder, Baldr
   HAS INSTANCE=> Bragi, Brage
   HAS INSTANCE=> Elli
   HAS INSTANCE=> Forseti
   HAS INSTANCE=> Frey, Freyr
   HAS INSTANCE=> Freya, Freyja
   HAS INSTANCE=> Frigg, Frigga
   HAS INSTANCE=> Heimdall, Heimdal, Heimdallr
   HAS INSTANCE=> Hel, Hela
   HAS INSTANCE=> Hoenir
   HAS INSTANCE=> Hoth, Hothr, Hoder, Hodr, Hodur
   HAS INSTANCE=> Idun, Ithunn
   HAS INSTANCE=> Loki
   => Nanna
   HAS INSTANCE=> Njord, Njorth
   => Norn, weird sister
   HAS INSTANCE=> Odin
   HAS INSTANCE=> Sif
   => Sigyn
   HAS INSTANCE=> Thor
   HAS INSTANCE=> Tyr, Tyrr
   => Ull, Ullr
   => Vali
   => Vitharr, Vithar, Vidar




--- Grep of noun freya
freya



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Wikipedia - Freya Adams -- American actress
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Wikipedia - Freya (cat) -- Chief Mouser to the Cabinet Office
Wikipedia - Freya (comics) -- Fictional Asgardian appearing in American comic books published by Marvel Comics
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Wikipedia - Freya Ostapovitch -- Australian politician
Wikipedia - Freya Pausewang -- German writer
Wikipedia - Freya Ravensbergen -- Canadian actress
Wikipedia - Freya's Love Songs -- album by Freya Lim
Wikipedia - Freya (song) -- 2007 song performed by The Sword
Wikipedia - Freya Stark -- British explorer and writer
Wikipedia - Freya von Moltke -- German writer and scholar
Wikipedia - Freya Wilson -- British actress
Freya Stark ::: Born: January 31, 1893; Died: May 9, 1993; Occupation: Explorer;
Freya North ::: Born: November 21, 1967; Occupation: Writer;
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https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/13421448-freya-the-huntress
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/15985402.Neptune_s_Brood__Freyaverse__2_
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25670459-freyas-geheimnis
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29102838-freya
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/33927681-freya-aswynn
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/36373462-freya-and-the-magic-jewel
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/37804029-freya-fox-s-big-birthday-adventure
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/40861107-freya
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43375888-tales-of-freya
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4366431-the-tricking-of-freya
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/599921.Menfreya_in_the_Morning
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/7937766-freya-s-gift
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/8575013-the-tricking-of-freya
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1041337.Freya_Klier
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1642369.Freya_von_Moltke
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/16897192.Freya_Rohn
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18089674.Freya_Wolfe
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/18741663.Freya_Dakets
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/19070173.Freya_Haley_Johnson
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2147900.Freya_Blackwood
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/222578.Freya_Manfred
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/249163.Freya_North
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/249165.Freya_Littledale
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/264653.Freya_Aswynn
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/3992252.Manfred_Freya
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5143503.Freya_Pickard
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/62875.Freya_Stark
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8422925.Freya_Barker
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http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Tropers/Freyaday
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Tropers/Freya-Lise
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/File:Gallifreyan_graffiti_in_Bridgend.jpg
https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Freya_Stark
https://aliens.fandom.com/wiki/Gallifreyan
https://chief.fandom.com/wiki/Freya_Rune_Set
https://chobits.fandom.com/wiki/Freya
https://danmachi.fandom.com/wiki/Episode_Freya
https://danmachi.fandom.com/wiki/Familia_Chronicle_Episode_Freya
https://danmachi.fandom.com/wiki/Freya_Familia
https://godofwar.fandom.com/wiki/Freya
https://hemlockgrove.fandom.com/wiki/Freya_Tingley
https://hero.fandom.com/wiki/Freya_(Mythology)
https://memory-alpha.fandom.com/wiki/Freya
https://mtg.fandom.com/wiki/Freyalise
https://mythus.fandom.com/wiki/Freya
https://mythus.fandom.com/wiki/Main_Page?file=Loke+stiehlt+Freyas+halsband+by+F.+W.+Heine.jpg
https://starwars.fandom.com/wiki/Freya_Fenris
https://sylvanianfamilies.fandom.com/wiki/Freya_Chocolate
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Ancient_High_Gallifreyan
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Celestial_Intervention_-_A_Gallifreyan_Noir_(short_story)
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Circular_Gallifreyan
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Encyclopaedia_Gallifreya
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Encyclopedia_Gallifreya
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Every_Gallifreyan_Child's_Pop-Up_Book_of_Nasty_Creatures_From_Other_Dimensions
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Gallifreyan
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Gallifreyan_Civil_War
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Gallifreyan_Cyber_Fleet
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Gallifreyan_history
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Gallifreyan_(language)
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Gallifreyan_Military_Moon_Base
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Gallifreyan_physiology
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Gallifreyan_shock_troop
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/High_Gallifreyan
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Old_High_Gallifreyan
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/Roasted_Gallifreyan_President
https://tardis.fandom.com/wiki/The_Gallifreyan_Candidate_(documentary)
https://valkyrieprofile.fandom.com/wiki/Freya_(character)
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https://vampirediaries.fandom.com/wiki/Freya_Mikaelson
https://witchesofeastend.fandom.com/wiki/Freya
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https://witchesofeastend.fandom.com/wiki/Freya_Beauchamp
https://witchesofeastend.fandom.com/wiki/Freya_Beauchamp_(Book)
https://witchesofeastend.fandom.com/wiki/Killian_and_Freya
https://witchesofeastend.fandom.com/wiki/Wendy,_Ingrid_and_Freya
https://wowwiki-archive.fandom.com/wiki/Freya
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https://zerozeronineone.fandom.com/wiki/Freya
Brotherhood: Final Fantasy XV -- -- A-1 Pictures -- 5 eps -- Game -- Action -- Brotherhood: Final Fantasy XV Brotherhood: Final Fantasy XV -- Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Lucis, Noctis Lucis Caelum, sets out on a journey to Caem. His purpose is to meet with Lunafreya Nox Fleuret, an oracle and Noctis' childhood friend, in order to marry her. A strong and silent type, Noctis is accompanied by his friends and Royal Guard Gladiolus, Prompto, and Ignis. The four young men set out on a road trip across the continent in the king's personal convertible, the Regalia. Along the journey, each of them experience various situations which allow them to reflect on their past together, and strengthen their bonds for the future. -- -- A prequel to the 2016 video game Final Fantasy XV, Brotherhood: Final Fantasy XV explores the relationships of its four main protagonists and the challenges awaiting them. -- -- ONA - Mar 31, 2016 -- 66,049 6.96
Photon -- -- AIC -- 6 eps -- Original -- Action Adventure Comedy Drama Ecchi Mecha Romance Sci-Fi -- Photon Photon -- Photon Earth is a young and gentle boy with superhuman strength and "Baka" (meaning "idiot" in Japanese) scribbled on his forehead (apparently by his troublemaking friend Aun Freya). One day, he finds himself engaged to the beautiful fugitive pilot Keyne Acqua after writing "baka" on her forehead. And that's the least of his worries as he must protect both Aun and Keyne from the evil Papacharino, who seeks to steal the secrets of "Aho" (another word for idiot) energy from Keyne's grandfather's ship. -- -- (Source: ANN) -- -- Licensor: -- Central Park Media, Discotek Media -- OVA - Nov 21, 1997 -- 12,214 7.06
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