The beauty of New York is unintentional; it arose independent of human design, like a stalagmite cavern. — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
What shall we do, all of us? All of us oassionate girls who fear crushing the boys we love with our mouths… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite. For man has closed himself up,… — William Blake Copy Share Image
...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge… — Kim Edwards Copy Share Image
What if I bade you leave The cavern of the mind? There's better exercise In the sunlight and wind. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Having wandered some distance among gloomy rocks, I came to the entrance of a great cavern ... Two contrary emotions arose in… — Leonardo da Vinci Copy Share Image
At Halloween, when fairy sprites Perform their mystic gambols, When ilka witch her neebour greets, On their nocturnal rambles; When elves at… — Janet Little Copy Share Image
As the architecture of a country always follows the earliest structures, American architecture should be a refinement of the log-house. The Egyptian… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
Believing is a fine thing, but placing those beliefs into execution is a test of strength. Many are those who talk like… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
Humour is but the faint terrestrial echo of the hideous laughter of the blind mad gods that squat leeringly and sardonically in… — H. P. Lovecraft Copy Share Image
“whirlwinds of light spinning in caverns deep below the ground, men who age backward, stones that speak, and shadows that creep. Rooms… — Christopher Paolini Copy Share Image
I know, perhaps as well as anyone, what depression means, and what it is to feel myself sinking lower and lower. Yet… — Charles Spurgeon Copy Share Image
Guess what it is that turns plants to coal. Pressure. Guess what it is that turns limestone to marble. Pressure. Guess what… — Franny Billingsley Copy Share Image
But the worst enemy you can meet will always be yourself; you lie in wait for yourself in caverns and forests. Lonely… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To seek our… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Elend: "Each moment you fight is a gift to those in this cavern. Each second we fight is a second longer that… — Brandon Sanderson Copy Share Image
Lightning my pilot sits; In a cavern under is fettered the thunder, It struggles and howls at fits; Over earth and ocean,… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
All cities are geological; you cannot take three steps without encountering ghosts bearing all the prestige of their legends. We move within… — Ivan Chtcheglov Copy Share Image
And I will now rock the brown basin from side to side so that my ships may ride the waves. Some will… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Are we all ready? (Deimos) (Letting out a blood-chilling war cry, he and the rest of the Dolophoni ran through the caverns.)… — Sherrilyn Kenyon Copy Share Image
And we passed through the cavern of rats. And we passed through the path of boiling steam. And we passed through the… — Harlan Ellison Copy Share Image
“I don't know how to describe the magnificence of Carlsbad Caverns without making it sound like a cartoon or a drug trip… — Sarah Vowell Copy Share Image
Souls of poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid Tavern? Have… — John Keats Copy Share Image
The lack of human voices really gets to me. I never realized that we need to talk with other people just to… — Cheryl Rainfield Copy Share Image
Enchanted worlds still exist because the child within us never dies. The doorways may be more obscure, but we can still seek… — Ted Andrews Copy Share Image
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… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Her flawless pale skin was also spangled with gemstones. I don't know how they'd been attached, but they clung to her and… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
Child of woe is wane and delicate... sensitive and on the quiet side, she loves the picnics and outings to the underground… — Charles Addams Copy Share Image
It's not that I literally think I'm a fearie. It's just that I feel so different from most people. And this idea… — Francesca Lia Block Copy Share Image
Let us be today's Christians. Let us not take fright at the boldness of today's church. With Christ's light let us illuminate… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
If I completely understood what was going on and I understood these songs, they wouldn't make sense to play live anymore. They're… — Justin Vernon Copy Share Image
Fresh beauty opens one's eyes wherever it is really seen, but the very abundance and completeness of the common beauty that besets… — John Muir Copy Share Image
