Atlantis Quotes

“Atlantis?' Jason asked.
'That's a myth,' Percy said.
'Uh...don't we deal in myths?'
'No, I mean it's a MADE-UP myth. Not like, an actual true myth.'

'So this is why Annabeth is the brains of the operation, huh?”
― Rick Riordan, The Blood of Olympus

“Orion brightened. "I have an idea."

"Yes?" said Foaly, daring to hope that a spark of Artemis remained.

"Why don't we look for some magic stones that can grant wishes? Or, if that doesn't work, you could search my naked body for some mysterious birthmark that means I am actually the prince of somewhere or other.”
― Eoin Colfer, The Atlantis Complex

“Know, oh prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the years of the rise of the Sons of Aryas, there was an Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars.”
― Robert E. Howard, The Complete Chronicles of Conan

“Atlantis sinks. Serves it right.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“For many generations…they obeyed the laws and loved the divine to which they were akin…they reckoned that qualities of character were far more important than their present prosperity. So they bore the burden of their wealth and possessions lightly, and did not let their high standard of living intoxicate them or make them lose their self-control…

But when the divine element in them became weakened…and their human traits became predominant, they ceased to be able to carry their prosperity with moderation.”
― Plato, Timaeus

“It's like a memorial to Atlantis or Lyonesse: these are the stone buoys that mark a drowned world.”
― Christopher Hitchens, Hitch 22: A Memoir

“The men who had inhabited prehistoric Egypt, who had carved the Sphinx and founded the world‘s oldest civilization, were men who had made their exodus from Atlantis to settle on this strip of land that bordered the Nile. And they had left before their ill-fated continent sank to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, a catastrophe which had drained the Sahara and turned it into a desert. The shells which to-day litter the surface of the Sahara in places, as well as the fossil fish which are found among its sands, prove that it was once covered by the waters of a vast ocean. It was a tremendous and astonishing thought that the Sphinx provided a solid, visible and enduring link between the people of to-day and the people of a lost world, the unknown Atlanteans. This great symbol has lost its meaning for the modern world, for whom it is now but an object of local curiosity. What did it mean to the Atlanteans?

We must look for some hint of an answer in the few remnants of culture still surviving from peoples whose own histories claimed Atlantean origin. We must probe behind the degenerate rituals of races like the Incas and the Mayas, mounting to the purer worship of their distant ancestors, and we shall find that the loftiest object of their worship was Light, represented by the Sun. Hence they build pyramidal Temples of the Sun throughout ancient America. Such temples were either variants or slightly distorted copies of similar temples which had existed in Atlantis. After Plato went to Egypt and settled for a while in the ancient School of Heliopolis, where he lived and studied during thirteen years, the priest-teachers, usually very guarded with foreigners, favoured the earnest young Greek enquirer with information drawn from their well-preserved secret records. Among other things they told him that a great flat-topped pyramid had stood in the centre of the island of Atlantis, and that on this top there had been build the chief temple of the continent – a sun temple.

[…]


The Sphinx was the revered emblem in stone of a race which looked upon Light as the nearest thing to God in this dense material world. Light is the subtlest, most intangible of things which man can register by means of one of his five senses. It is the most ethereal kind of matter which he knows. It is the most ethereal element science can handle, and even the various kind of invisible rays are but variants of light which vibrate beyond the power of our retinas to grasp. So in the Book of Genesis the first created element was Light, without which nothing else could be created. „The Spirit of God moved upon the face of the Deep,“ wrote Egyptian-trained Moses. „And God said, Let there be Light: and there was Light.“ Not only that, it is also a perfect symbol of that heavenly Light which dawns within the deep places of man‘s soul when he yields heart and mind to God; it is a magnificent memorial to that divine illumination which awaits him secretly even amid the blackest despairs. Man, in turning instinctively to the face and presence of the Sun, turns to the body of his Creator. And from the sun, light is born: from the sun it comes streaming into our world. Without the sun we should remain perpetually in horrible darkness; crops would not grow: mankind would starve, die, and disappear from the face of this planet. If this reverence for Light and for its agent, the sun, was the central tenet of Atlantean religion, so also was it the central tenet of early Egyptian religion. Ra, the sun-god, was first, the father and creator of all the other gods, the Maker of all things, the One, the self-born [...] If the Sphinx were connected with this religion of Light, it would surely have some relationship with the sun.”
― Paul Brunton, A Search in Secret Egypt

“What are your intentions toward my sister?”
Marcus was taken aback. “Intentions?”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about,” Cahan snarled. “I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
“If you’ll take a moment to observe,” the Roman countered, mustering patience, “you’ll notice I’m not the only man who has cast his eye upon her once or twice.”
― Jennifer McKeithen, Atlantis: On the Shores of Forever

“The Atlantean Road by Stewart Stafford

A snake of stones
beneath the waters
Soldiers march
past spectral daughters

Phantom travellers
To work or home
Atlantean lives
replay in foam

The water drowned
out extinct times
Of joy and war
Of love and crime

The divers rapt
by sound immemorial
Echoes entombed
Sweet voices choral

The flame of Erasmus
and barking sounds
Of canine guards
and strangers found

The road roused
from silent sleep
To tell explorers
how ancients weep

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“a lot of people have seen the futility of their lives, constantly ripped off by the banks, employed by the slaver corporations, lied to by politicians, manipulated by social media, spied on by everyone else...”
― Anonymous

“My dear Henry
   I've just written to you over the air, but this will have to go by land & sea, never mind! Our peculiar link as two lost re-incarnated Atlanteans meeting again after escaping from the flood in opposite directions will not be broken either by air travel or land & sea travel!”
― John Cowper Powys, Proteus and the Magician: The Letters of Henry Miller and John Cowper Powys

“The pursuit of beauty. The word is hard to articulate. As soon as you open your mouth, it flies off, like a bird of paradise. Beauty can not be caught, but we are obliged to reach for it. Beauty is not neutral; pursuing it is a political act. Building is a grand act, a gesture toward peace, the opposite of destruction.”
― Renzo Piano, Atlantis: A Journey in Search of Beauty

“The possession of the elective power was vested in the two great social divisions, which embraced all classes of people, of either sex.
The two major social branches were known by the distinctive names of "Incala" and "Xioqua," or, respectively, the priesthood and scientists. Every person had the option of entering either the College of Sciences, or that of Incal, or both.”
― Phylos the Thibetan, A Dweller on Two Planets

“Atlantis sinks.

Serves it right. Red hates the place. For one thing, there are so many Atlantises, always sinking, in so many strands: an island off Greece, a mid-Atlantic continent, an advanced pre-Minoan civilization on Crete, a spaceship floating north of Egypt, on and on. Most strands lack Atlantis altogether, know the place only through dreams and mad poets’ madder whispers.”
― Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

“Ahora entiendo que en ese entonces lo que fui y las elecciones que hice no tenían otro fin que mi autodestrucción”
― Isha Judd, El diamante negro de Atlantis / The Black Diamond of Atlantis

“Cualquier dejo de verdad que hubiera comenzado a florecer en el corazón de la joven, pronto comenzó a marchitarse”
― Isha Judd, El diamante negro de Atlantis / The Black Diamond of Atlantis

“It is a curious mystery [...] that the exact same notions of the Seven Sages as the bringers of civilization in the remotest antiquity, and of the preservation and repromulgation of “writings on stones from before the flood,” turn up in the supposedly completely distinct and unrelated culture of Ancient Egypt.
Of the greatest interest, at any rate, is the [Temple of Horus]’s idea of itself expressed in the acres of enigmatic inscriptions that cover its walls. These inscriptions, the so-called Edfu Building Texts, take us back to a very remote period called the “Early Primeval Age of the Gods”--and these gods, it transpired, were not originally Egyptian, but lived on a sacred island, the “Homeland of the Primeval Ones,” in the midst of a great ocean. Then, at some unspecified time in the past, a terrible disaster--a true cataclysm of flood and fire [...]-- overtook this island, where “the earliest mansions of the gods” had been founded, destroying it utterly, inundating all its holy places and killing most of its divine inhabitants. Some survived, however, and we are told that this remnant set sail in their ships (for the texts leave us in no doubt that these gods of the early primeval age were navigators) to “wander” the world.
[...] Of particular interest is a passage at Edfu in which we read of a circular, water-filled “channel” surrounding the original sacred domain that lay at the heart of the island of the Primeval Ones--a ring of water that was intended to fortify and protect that domain. In this there is, of course, a direct parallel to Atlantis, where the sacred domain on which stood the temple and palace of the god, whom Plato names as “Poseidon,” was likewise surrounded by a ring of water, itself placed in the midst of further such concentric rings separated by rings of land, again with the purpose of fortification and protection.
Intriguingly, Plato also hints at the immediate cause of the earthquakes and floods that destroyed Atlantis. In the Timaeus, as a prelude to his account of the lost civilization and its demise, he reports that the Egyptian priests from whom Solon received the story began by speaking of a celestial cataclysm: “There have been and will be many different calamities to destroy mankind, the greatest of them being by fire and water, lesser ones by countless other means. Your own [i.e. the Greeks’] story of how Phaeton, child of the sun, harnessed his father’s chariot, but was unable to guide it along his father’s course and so burned up things on earth and was himself destroyed by a thunderbolt, is a mythical version of the truth that there is at long intervals a variation in the course of the heavenly bodies and a consequent widespread destruction by fire of things on earth.”
― Graham Hancock, Magicians of the Gods: The Forgotten Wisdom of Earth's Lost Civilization

“Criticize me all you wish,” he returned coolly, “but remember that you come to me because of the very actions you denounce. Now, do you want to hear more, or are you going to stand there and pass judgment on me all day?”
― Jennifer McKeithen, Atlantis: On the Tides of Destiny

“At least I don't have to go through with my earlier plan.” Instead, it seemed she soon would meet her end. “I will make it such an end!” she vowed”
― Jennifer McKeithen, Atlantis: On the Tides of Destiny

“She'd never seen a place so decorated so extravagantly. It was like a glittering underwater kingdom, reminding her of the tales of Atlantis that had enchanted her as a child. The walls were hung with gauzy blue and green silk draperies. A painted canvas studded with seashells gave the impression of a castle beneath the sea. Slowly she wandered around the room, inspecting the plaster sculptures of fish, scallop shells, and bare-breasted mermaids. A gaudy treasure chest filled with paste jewels was wedged beneath the central hazard table. The doorway to the next room had been converted into the hull of a sunken ship. Lengths of blue gauze and silver netting were hung overhead, making it seem as if they were under water.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Dreaming of You

“Atlantis

People would whisper about us
And our fall from grace
As our world fell to ruin
And our worst fears were realized,
We’d be submerged and forgotten
The stuff of speculation.
Legend at best,
We were a lost city,
Singing our siren ballads
Of heartbreak and woe
From the depths below,
We were here!
We were here.
We were here…”
― Liz Newman, Of Ruin and Renewal: Poems For Rebuilding

“Dasar pemikiran mereka---tak seorang pun pernah mengakui perasaan takut atau ketamakan sebagai alasan---adalah menerima kenyataan Atlantis kemungkinan besar akan mengakibatkan perlunya revisi besar-besaran dalam ilmu-ilmu humaniora seperti antropologi dan sejarah, belum lagi ilmu-ilmu pendukung misalnya linguistik, arkeologi, evolusi, paleoantropologi, mitologi dan bahkan mungkin agama.”
― Arysio Santos, ATLANTIS - The Lost Continent Finally Found

“This book evokes”
― Christian Sturm, Pillars of Atlantis: A Tale of the First World

“If we accept the generally agreed date of between AD 350 and 550 for the end of the -- at least semi-historical -- 'Third Sangam', then this gives us a fixed reference point on which to anchor the chronology of the myth [...]. The date of 9600 BC for the formation of the First Sangam (or 9800 BC or 9400 BC for that matter) coincides closely enough with Plato's date for the inundation of Atlantis -- also 9600 BC -- to raise the hairs on the back of my neck.
And the question continues to be this: how could Plato less than 2500 years ago, or Nakirar less than 1500 years ago, have managed by chance to select the epoch of 9600 BC in which to set, on the one hand, the sinking under the waves of the Atlantic Ocean of the great antediluvian civilization of Atlantis and, on the other, the foundation of the First Sangam in Kumari Kandam -- a doomed Indian Ocean landmass that was itself destined to be swallowed by the sea?
If Plato and Nakirar were pure 'fabulists' working independently of any real tradition or real events, then isn't it much more likely that they would have chosen different imaginary epochs in which to set their flood stories?
Why didn't they choose 20,000 or 30,000 years ago -- or even 300,000 years ago, or three million years ago -- instead of the tenth millennium BC?
And was it just luck that this slot turns out to have been in the midst of the meltdown of the last Ice Age -- the only episode of truly global flooding to have hit the earth in the last 125,000 years?”
― Graham Hancock, Underworld: The Mysterious Origins of Civilization

“Oisterwijk, Boxtel, Liempde, Moergestel, Udenhout, Kaatsheuvel, Eindhoven City and Waalwijk end in the same old station.”
― Petra Hermans

“Atlantis, or Poseid, was an empire whose subjects enjoyed the freedom allowed by the most limited monarchical rule, The general law of official succession presented to every male subject a chance for preferment to office. Even the emperor held an elective position, as also did his ministers, the Council of Ninety, or Princes of the Realm.”
― Phylos the Thibetan, A Dweller on Two Planets

“Yes, we were Atlanteans and even Lemurians, but we are also citizens of Venus who have come bearing the Christ in our hearts and the culture of the Mother, which has brought forth such beauty, such crystallization in Matter of the glories of the Spirit. [on our planet, that you might cultivate that Christ of the Heart and that culture of the Mother on Earth]. Now, beloved, I address you as an Ascended Master and therefore may speak through this Messenger. I am grateful that many have profited from my book, even though there may be a percentage of error resulting from my or another's perceptions. Yet, beloved, these records are true and I bear witness, and I bear witness to much more than that which was written...”
― Phylos the Thibetan, A Dweller on Two Planets

“Knowing that I know nothing, makes me smarter than most people.”
― Derek Winters

“(five stars) COMPLEX PLOT WITH MANY CHARACTERS By Tim Janson Part Sci-fi, part fantasy, with elements of covert intrigue and superhero action, Black Tide is one of the more multifaceted stories I've read in quite a long time. Writer Debbie Bishop has woven a story that is extremely intricate and layered with plots, and sub-plots and even a few sub sub-plots, I think. It's certainly not a story you can breeze through and I found myself re-reading sections just to make sure I had everything straight. One thing Bishop does is devote a full page here and there to a character, giving their background, powers, etc, which really helps you get a handle on who is who in the story. Kind of like a graphic novel scorecard. The art by Mike S. Miller is first-rate and very smooth. If you like in-depth, elaborate storylines, then this is unquestionably a book you'll want to read. It's rare that you get a comic series this complex today. Reviewed by Tim Janson”
― Debbie Bishop, BLACK TIDE: Awakening of the Key

“Atlantis

And Atlantis,
Once Sunk,
The poet said,
That it would return,
That it would be rebuilt,
Amidst great forests,
Amidst great rivers,
And its children would rule the earth,
They would be like falcons,
That adorn the skies,
And its iron boats,
And its will of steel,
Its pride,
Would not end,
And its will,
Would be of the same fiber as the Father,
And its enemies,
Against them would shout words of hatred,
They would throw stones,
They would knock down the towers in duplicate,
But, the true tower,
Would not be struck down by lightning,
For Atlantis is the sea,
Its boats are strong,
Its sailors are fish,
And its rage is uncontrollable,
For, there,
In fact, there never was Atlantis,
That Land,
Was no man's land,
And its children were children of the Earth,
For, there can be no Atlantis,
For, it would sink, again..”
― Geverson Ampolini