Where shadows dim with shadows mate, in caverns deep and…

“I heard her calling to me from caverns so deep in herself she was never aware of her own voice.”

— Norman Mailer

“whirlwinds of light spinning in caverns deep below the ground, men who age backward, stones that speak, and shadows that creep. Rooms that are…

— Christopher Paolini

Enchanted worlds still exist because the child within us never dies. The doorways may be more obscure, but we can still seek them out.…

— Ted Andrews

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless…

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.

— Horace

See skulking Truth to her old cavern fled, Mountains of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head! Philosophy, that lean'd on Heav'n before, Shrinks to her…

— Alexander Pope

What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths like caverns…

— Francesca Lia Block

I am an emptiness for Thee to fill; my soul a cavern for Thy sea

— George MacDonald

Believing is a fine thing, but placing those beliefs into execution is a test of strength. Many are those who talk like the roar…

— Khalil Gibran

Guess what it is that turns plants to coal. Pressure. Guess what it is that turns limestone to marble. Pressure. Guess what it is…

— Franny Billingsley

I know, perhaps as well as anyone, what depression means, and what it is to feel myself sinking lower and lower. Yet at the…

— Charles Spurgeon

When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do…

— Anonymous

As the architecture of a country always follows the earliest structures, American architecture should be a refinement of the log-house. The Egyptian is so…

— Nathaniel Hawthorne

Birth: The first and direst of all disasters.

— Ambrose Bierce

The beauty of New York is unintentional; it arose independent of human design, like a stalagmite cavern.

— Milan Kundera