Quotes About Cavern

Deduct the carrots from your pay, you worthless, swampy fool. from Cavern

The first time I went to Abbey Road and put those headphones on, I discovered I had two voices. I no longer had to shout in the studio, but I can't knock the Cavern or the other clubs because they gave me my strong voice.

Facing the only gas-lamp yawned the cavern of a second-hand furniture dealer, where, deep in the gloom of a sort of narrow avenue winding through a bizarre forest of wardrobes, with an undergrowth tangle of table legs, a tall pier-glass glimmered like a pool of water in a wood. An unhappy, homeless couch, accompanied by two unrelated chairs, stood in the open.

There's a limestone cavern over there that I want to show you." "Is it safe?" "No, Ash, it's incredibly dangerous. That's the reason I want to eat first. In case it's our last meal.

There's a limestone cavern over there that I want to show you." "Is it safe?" "No, Ash, it's incredibly dangerous. That's the reason I want to eat first. In case it's our last meal." I decided to totally ignore the fact that he called me Ash, which only my best friends did. "You want your last meal to be pimento cheese?" He grinned. "Nah, I'd want it to be steak. So I guess we'd better survive.

And there is a greater magic; a power that comes from the very land we tread, from ocean and forest, from the deepest cavern to the high pathways of sun and moon. When the path ahead seems dark and difficult, when you cannot find the right way, call on that power to guide you, for within each of us, even the smallest, there is a spark of that great fire.

Cruz and Jeff looked at her. She did not appear to notice. Her attention was on the cavern.

Now begins The tenebrific passage of the tale: How hold a light, display the cavern's gorge? How, in this phase of the affair, show truth?

Please make yourselves at home here for a few minutes, while I attend to an errand, said the Nome King, getting up from the throne. I shall return pretty soon, when I hope to find you pieceful—ha, ha, ha!—that's a joke you can't appreciate now but will later. Be pieceful—that's the idea. Ho, ho, ho! How funny. Then he waddled from the cavern, closing the door behind him.

Having wandered some distance among gloomy rocks, I came to the entrance of a great cavern ... Two contrary emotions arose in me: fear and desire--fear of the threatening dark cavern, desire to see whether there were any marvelous things in it.

Fear is like a black cavern that is terrifying. Once you enter the cavern and explore it, you realize that you can get out of it, go through it and get out of it.

Crystal teeth flashed in the dim light. He saw the yawning mouth-cavern with, far back, the ambient movement of dim flame. The overpowering redolence of the spice swept over him. But the worm had stopped. It remained in front of him as First Moon lifted over the butte. The light reflected off the worm's teeth outlining the faery glow of chemical fires deep within the creature.

I am enmeshed in my lies, and I want absolution. I cannot tell the truth because I have felt the heads of men in my womb. The truth would be death-dealing and I prefer fairytales. I am wrapped in lies which do not penetrate my soul. As if the lies I tell were like costumes. The shell of mystery can break and grow again over night. But the moment I step into the cavern of my lies I drop into the darkness. I see a face which stares at me like a cross-eyed man.

ANTRE  (A'NTRE)   [antre, Fr. antrum, Lat.]A cavern; a cave; a den. With all my travels history:Wherein of antres vast, and desarts idle,It was my hent to speak.Shakesp.Othello.

The sitting room is subdued, symmetrical; it's one of the shapes money takes when it freezes. Money has trickled through this room for years and years, as if through an underground cavern, crusting and hardening like stalactites into these forms.

Outside we see a shrivelling, but from within, as felt by heart and breath and inner skin, how different, how vast how calm how part of everything how starry dark. Last breath. Divine perhaps. Perhaps relief. The lovers caught and sealed inside a cavern, voices raised in one last hovering duet, until the small wax light goes out. Well anyway I held your hand and maybe you held mine as the stone or universe closed in around you. Though not me. I'm still outside.

Souls of Poets dead and gone,What Elysium have ye known,Happy field or mossy cavern,Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern?Have ye tippled drink more fineThan mine host's Canary wine?

He limped into its cramped spaces like a wind into a cavern, so constrained by its limits that even his shredden self would not entirely fit and still more rags and tendrils had to be shred, cut away by the Procustean limits of this metaphysical form.

He had never seen such eyes before, not even in the faces of soldiers unmanned in the midst of great carnage. Eyes like black mirrors, at once shallow and bottomless. He had the feeling that if he pressed his finger to one of those eyes, it would shatter and fall inward through a black cavern of grief and loss that could never be filled.

Emergency—emergence(y). This is the sudden manifestation from somewhere unknown of some previously unknown phenomenon (from the Greek phainesthai, to "shine forth"). This is the reappearance of the eternal dragon, from its eternal cavern, from its now-disrupted slumber.

the ceiling is just a deep, dusty dome, like the inside of a skull. (Both are vaults, both repositories of knowledge.)

tunnel into Ocher Bar, the long cavern below the Counting Room.

In misery's darkest cavern known, His useful care was ever nigh Where hopeless anguish pour'd his groan, And lonely want retir'd to die.

Can you swim? said Victor. One of the cavern's rotting pillars crashed down behind them. From the pit itself came a terrible wailing. Not very well, said Ginger. Me neither, he said. The commotion behind them was getting worse. Still, he said, taking her hand. We could look on this as a great opportunity to improve really quickly.