Puck flapped up to the happy couple. "Wait a minute! You have to ask someone to marry you? No one told me that! I thought you just hit them with a club and dragged them back to your cave!" Henry put his arm around Sabrina. "You're officially grounded from ever getting married. " "Thank you," Sabrina whispered sincerely.
If there had been no troublemakers, no Dissenters, we should still be living in caves.
I am at a place in my life where the more like a cave I can make my surroundings, the happier I am.
Maybe being an artist is a kind of detachment. You're in the cave, you're isolated, you're apart from everything and it's there you can find out what you believe in, or what is - what is the nature of being, as you see it.
Writers are like eremites or anchorites - natural-born eremites or anchorites - who seem puzzled as to why they went up the pole or into the cave in the first place.
People b'lief the world is built so an' tellin'em it ain't so caves the roof on their heads 'n'maybe yours.
Art. . . is a force which blows the roof off the cave where we crouch imprisoned.
Much of the research into humans' risk-avoidance machinery shows that it is antiquated and unfit for the modern world; it is made to counter repeatable attacks and learn from specifics. If someone narrowly escapes being eaten by a tiger in a certain cave, then he learns to avoid that cave.
You are asleep. Deep, deep asleep - and then the world caves in. The cat has leapt from the top window onto your stomach. He is saturated. He is hungry. He taps you into full wakefulness with a sodden paw "Could you open a can?"
Some students went to Milarepa and said, we should stop living in caves and meditating because we should go out and help beings as bodhisattvas. And Milarepa said that as long as space exists, so long will there be beings for you to help.
The world is only as fair as you can make it. Takes a lot of fight. A lot of fight. But if you stay in here, in your little cave, that's one less fighter on the side of fair.
I don't ever want t' leave this cave, Jon Snow. Not ever
Even if you enjoy the activity of exploring caves, to be trapped and not know whether you're going to get out alive is terrifying.
I remember Massimo [Pupillo] sending me an email from Tibet saying he was up in a cave somewhere, being very still. We found we had lots of shared affinities that we'd never really talked about before.
Sweeping gestures from the shoulder allow you to make generous marks, well suited to large scale work. You don't get anything simpler than this - I'm sure it is the way the cave men drew.
Actors are cave dwellers in a rich darkness which they love and hate.
. . . we can all shut-up and go back to our caves.
You know,” he said, “I wish you could see this cave. ” “What’s it like?” He paused. “It’s. . . beautiful, really. ” “Tell me. ” And so Po described to Katsa what hid in the blackness of the cave; and outside, the world awaited them.
Meanings generating meanings - the process has backed us into a particular corner, a kind of cave, where sunlight seldom enters.
I fled, and cry'd out, Death; Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, Death.