Quotes About Cave

The audience doesn't like players who seem stressed. They want you to be visibly in control. Theatre is an expression of vitality, but it's also a cave where human beings should feel secure.

A VOICE FROM THE CAVE

The ground floor stood for the first level of the unconscious. The deeper I went, the more alien and the darker the scene became. In the cave, I discovered remains of a primitive culture, that is, the world of the primitive man within myself—a world which can scarcely be reached or illuminated by consciousness. The primitive psyche of man borders on the life of the animal soul, just as the caves of prehistoric times were usually inhabited by animals before men laid claim to them.

La tristeza se manifestaba en las noches en vela, la ropa oscura, el deseo de vivir en una cueva de anacoreta y la ausencia de inspiración.

We're made for the light of a cave and for twilight. Twilight is the time we see best. When we dim the light down, and the pupil opens, feeling comes out of the eye like touch. Then you really can feel colour, and experience it.

describing Aaron, hero's brother] His hair was shorter and lighter, and his eyes were more green than blue. And even though he was tall, he wasn't quite super-sized. He was more sculpted, more … elegant. more slender and beautiful and less raw-boned. Less Stone Age and more Bronze Age—but till the kind of man who enjoyed living in a cave.

Truth does not sit in a cave and hide like a lie. It wanders around proudly and roars loudly like a lion.

Even the earliest cave paintings in France and Spain had natural motion.

Ezra the artist, who Possuelo saw fit to set free, took to painting a mural to fill one of the larger caverns. It tickled him that this could become a pilgrimage destination for future Tonists, if indeed there would be any future Tonists, and that his cave paintings might be endlessly analyzed by scholars of tomorrow. He introduced some odd elements just to confuse them. A dancing bear, a five-eyed boy, and an eleven-hour clock missing the number 4.

I've seen too many intellectuals lately. I get very tired of the precious intellects who must speak diamonds every time they open their mouths. I get tired of battling for each space of air for the mind. That's why I stayed away from people for so long, and now that I am meeting people, I find that I must return to my cave.

I get very tired of the precious intellects who must speak diamonds every time they open their mouths. I get tired of battling for each space of air for the mind. that's why I stayed away from people for so long, and now that I am meeting people, I find that I must return to my cave. there are other things beside the mind: there are insects and palm trees and pepper shakers, and I'll have a pepper-shaker in my cave, so laugh.

the dark ancestral cave, the womb from which mankind emerged into the light, forever pulls one back - but...you can't go home again...you can't go...back home to the escapes of Time and Memory. You Can't Go Home Again

This cave within a cave, this paleolithic pussy, this decent into the deepest dark of fuck.

we've produced a generation of spiritual panhandlers, begging for coins of wisdom, banging like bums on every closed door...if an old man moves into a shack or a cave and lets his beard grow, people will flock from miles around just to read his no trespassing sign

I'm not moping. (Ewan) Oh, forgive me. See, where I come from an upside-down smile means you're frowning, and if you're frowning while withdrawn from everyone and everything, it means you're moping. I guess here in your cave, the world is backward and a frown means you're happy. (Nora)

Hey there. Here's something familiar, a bat. Hope you like it.

We are all in the depths of a cave, chained by our ignorance, by our prejudices, and our weak senses reveal to us only shadows. If we try to see further, we are confused; we are unaccustomed. But we try. This is science. Scientific

I did not make a pie," Alec repeated, gesturing expressively with one hand, "for three reasons. One, because I do not have any pie ingredients. Two, because I don't actually know how to make a pie." He paused, clearly waiting. Removing his sword and leaning it against the cave wall, Jace said warily, "And three?" "Because I am not your bitch," Alec said, clearly pleased with himself.

I don't ever want t' leave this cave, Jon Snow. Not ever

D'you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so.

We'll go back to the cave," he said. "You're not going to die, Ygritte. You're not." "Oh." Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. "You know nothing, Jon Snow," she sighed, dying.

Las matemáticas que hemos inventado o descubierto, de las que creemos o esperamos que sean una llave para acceder a la estructura del universo, muy bien podrían ser igualmente un lenguaje privado con el que garabateamos en los muros de nuestra caverna

In the cave's innermost entryway, a band of four stood tall and thick, shouldered and heavily weaponed. Members of the Brotherhood. He knew this quartet by name: Ahgony, Throe, Murhder, Tohrture.

Thus it was that in obedience to the law laid down by his mother, and in obedience to the law of that unknown and nameless thing, fear, he kept away from the mouth of the cave.