Cave Quotes

In archaeology, context is the basis of many discoveries that are imputed to the deliberate workings of intelligence. If I find a rock chipped in such a way as to give it a sharp edge, and the discovery is made in a cave, I am seduced into ascribing this to tool use by distant, fetid and furry ancestors.

I’m glowing in the dark with my studio tan. I’ve been in a cave of music for months and months and months.

For years we’ve had leaders who promised to end America’s costly wars, only to cave in to the establishment view.

I think the rich will eventually have to cave in too, because the economic situation around the world is not gonna tolerate the United States being on top forever.

I think the rich will eventually have to cave in too, because the economic situation around the world is not gonna tolerate the United States being on top forever.

What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato’s cave who can only marvel at the shadows and images of various objects, provided they are content and don’t know what they miss, and the philosopher who has emerged from the cave and sees the real things?

In my man cave, I have tomahawks, throwing knives, and old black-bear furs. There’s skulls, weapons everywhere.

Haunted since the day its discovery was projected all over the world in 1994, I, like many others, have always wanted to see inside the Chauvet cave, site of the world’s earliest known cave art. Quite rightly, we will never go. It is closed to the public.

The Horny Toad in Cave Creek has great food. When I’m in Arizona, I have at least one meal there. I have a daughter who lives out there, and Dee Dee Wood, who was the choreographer on ‘Mary Poppins,’ lives out there. I still get out there once in a while, but not in the summer.

I don’t have a bunch of mates. I don’t have a man cave. My wife and I, we are each other’s best friend.

If there hadn’t been women we’d still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat, because we made civilization in order to impress our girlfriends.

Ads are the cave art of the twentieth century.

Exceptionally hard decisions can deplete your energy to the point at which you finally cave in. If you mentally crumble and degenerate into negative thinking, you’ll magnify the problem to the point where it can haunt you.

History is not merely a procession of people in fancy dress fighting wars. It is crucially the story of man’s evolution from grunting cave dweller to serious thinker, from cruelly retributive law to merciful law, from casual barbarism to care and compassion.

As humans, we’ve always innovated our way out of problems, whether it was the first torch to light a dark cave or the steam engine that sparked a revolution.

When I do a workshop, there is always at least one author who comes up afterward and asks if I’ll take a look at his or her book and consider blurbing it. For some reason, I can turn someone down in e-mail, but when he or she is looking me in the eye, I cave.

Chris Ofili’s suave, stippled, visually tricked-out paintings of the nineties, with their allover fields of shimmering dots and clumps of dung, are like cave paintings of modern life. They crackle with optical cockiness, love, and massive amounts of painterly mojo.

My love of Seagal is ridiculous. Like, I love this man. I love how ridiculous he is. I mean, he made an album called ‘Songs From The Crystal Cave.’

My ancestors are all crazy. My great-great-granddad, he was the last man to live in a cave in Nottingham.

I don’t back down. I don’t cave when the pressure gets too great from these partisan political ideological forces.

Man is a creature who walks in two worlds and traces upon the walls of his cave the wonders and the nightmare experiences of his spiritual pilgrimage.

In my man cave, I have tomahawks, throwing knives, and old black-bear furs. There’s skulls, weapons everywhere.

You can go into caves, and they can maintain constant conditions of temperature and humidity over long periods of time, even though the outside temperature may be way above what it is inside the cave.

I draw the line at letting people into my songwriting cave. To me, that’s where the alchemy happens and where the mystery is.

Every few thousand years some shepard inhales smoke from a burning bush and has a vision or eats moldy rye bread in a cave and sees God.

Here we stand in the middle of this new world with our primitive brain, attuned to the simple cave life, with terrific forces at our disposal, which we are clever enough to release, but whose consequences we cannot comprehend.

In order for President Obama, Hillary Clinton, and Joe Biden to be moderates, they just have to present themselves between the extremes of Kentucky Sen. Rand Paul’s isolationism and Florida Sen. Marco Rubio’s hawkishness – the difference between living in a cave or conducting ourselves so that we’re in need of one.

As humans, we’ve always innovated our way out of problems, whether it was the first torch to light a dark cave or the steam engine that sparked a revolution.

‘Man cave’ seems retrograde, but ‘she shed’ seems progressive. Or maybe it’s just a place for me to eat embarrassing amounts of chocolate in private.

Literature is love. I think it went like this: drawings in the cave, sounds in the cave, songs in the cave, songs about us. Later, stories about us.

La Cave was a great platform for me to learn and be able to listen in on conversations and just get a lot of notes and teachings from those older guys.

I’m someone who just likes being in my cave and thinking up weird stuff.

How could a guy sitting in a cave in Afghanistan, have… plotted so perfectly the hijacking of four planes and then guaranteed that three of them would end up precisely on their targets?

The poet existed among the cave men; he will exist among men of the atomic age, for he is an inherent part of man. Even religions have been born from the need for poetry, which is a spiritual need, and it is through the grace of poetry that the divine spark lives forever in the human flint.

I want to inspire and educate people and just be an Aladdin’s cave for the magpie crafters that are already out there.

I have always been fascinated by paleontology and prehistoric people, and I’ve always thought that one of the most intriguing moments in human history was the birth of artistic imagination. I always loved those cave paintings.

In order for President Obama, Hillary Clinton, and Joe Biden to be moderates, they just have to present themselves between the extremes of Kentucky Sen. Rand Paul’s isolationism and Florida Sen. Marco Rubio’s hawkishness – the difference between living in a cave or conducting ourselves so that we’re in need of one.

When things are really dismal, you can laugh, or you can cave in completely.

I know I have great inner strength; I always have. I can blank things out, cut people out, and I know that I can go and live in a cave on my own if necessary.

Time and again I was asked to arrest Jamaat activists but I put my foot down and refused to cave in.

I think you’d have to literally live in a cave to not know anything about ‘Twilight’. I’ve seen a few of the movies, but I haven’t read the books.

We would betray our values and play into our enemies’ hands if we were to treat Muslims differently than anyone else. In fact, to cave to popular sentiment would be to hand a victory to the terrorists, and we should not stand for that.

The Smithsonian should box and preserve Tim McGraw’s Nashville den for a future exhibit entitled ‘Early 21st Century American Man Cave.’

You don’t sit up in a cave and write the Great American Novel and know it is utterly superb, and then throw it page by page into the fire. You just don’t do that. You send it out. You have to send it out.

I have a man cave somewhere in California – a totally undisclosed location where manly things occur. There are motorcycles, there are secret doors and passageways. Women are welcome, but they must knock.

It’s like a prehistoric reflex, you know, going out and getting the meat and bringing it back to the cave. You feel you’re supposed to make it better, but more than likely she’s asking you to tell her how you feel.

I have no prejudice about which music is better. I listen to Vivaldi. I like Nick Cave. I love Travis Scott, James Blake, Lola Flores. Music can serve many functions. And so I listen to everything!

I’ve been a Nick Cave fan since the early ’80s when he was part of The Birthday Party thing singing Australian self-destructive rock band and I’ve always followed his work and loved it.

Leonard Cohen and Nick Cave know best. Although I wear a lot of jeans, I’ve been told that Nick Cave doesn’t own a pair and wouldn’t be caught dead in denim.

Gravity Falls’ didn’t just appear overnight – every spooky cave and moss covered tree was created by a team of brilliant artists.

My heroes: Nick Cave, Tom Waits, Nina Simone.

When I’m on stage the savage in me is released. It’s like going back to being a cave man. It takes me six hours to come down after a show.

Nearly everyone who chooses to work for Donald Trump is disreputable in one way or another; Ali Baba didn’t find 40 wise men in the cave. But to label everyone in Trumpworld a grifter misses important subtleties. It conflates grifters and grafters, and it ignores the crucial distinction between the two.

Do cave paintings mean anything? Not really, but I, for one, am happy to have them.

The forms of thought, into which we throw our timid views of God, are but symbols of truths greater than our thoughts. Yet we may not set them aside as worthless, for they are the rungs on which we dwellers in the cave climb to the full view of the Truth, as he is.

You are also caught with the fact that man is a creature who walks in two worlds and traces upon the walls of his cave the wonders and the nightmare experiences of his spiritual pilgrimage.

The flesh-eating cockroaches and venomous centipedes in the Gomantong cave in Borneo were pretty unsavoury. They turn the floor of the cave, which is itself the world’s largest pile of bird and bat poo, into a seething mass of invertebrate horror!

Ads are the cave art of the twentieth century.

Born on a mountain, raised in a cave. Arresting fugitives is all I crave.

Scripts didn’t exist during my time in Bollywood, or, at least, I was never given one. I don’t want to act at all and am happy in my cave.

I’m someone who just likes being in my cave and thinking up weird stuff.

My heroes: Nick Cave, Tom Waits, Nina Simone.

We won’t do something different for different’s sake. Designers cave in to marketing, to the corporate agenda, which is sort of, ‘Oh, it looks like the last one; can’t we make it look different?’ Well no, there’s no reason to.

A young imagination is bold, likes to make bigger leaps. It likes to, well, imagine that the dustbuster is a dinosaur; that the computer mouse is a hotrod; that the box is a cave; that the rawhide is a torch… or a baton… or something.

The frame of the cave leads to the frame of man.

I don’t back down. I don’t cave when the pressure gets too great from these partisan political ideological forces.

You can go into caves, and they can maintain constant conditions of temperature and humidity over long periods of time, even though the outside temperature may be way above what it is inside the cave.

I don’t know if I would personally want to step in the cage and either have my face caved in or cave in somebody else’s, but I’ve met some really beautiful and sensitive and morally pretty stout individuals who happen to be fighters. It’s really awesome.

The Florida peninsula is, in fact, an emerging plateau, honeycombed with voids and vents, caves and underground waterways. Travelers on Interstate Highway I-75 have no idea that, beneath them, are cave labyrinths still being mapped by speleologists – ‘cavers,’ they prefer to be called.

In archaeology, context is the basis of many discoveries that are imputed to the deliberate workings of intelligence. If I find a rock chipped in such a way as to give it a sharp edge, and the discovery is made in a cave, I am seduced into ascribing this to tool use by distant, fetid and furry ancestors.

My ancestors are all crazy. My great-great-granddad, he was the last man to live in a cave in Nottingham.

You cannot cave in saying something that is against your conscience and belief. That self-righteous ego is a must for any self-respecting, truth-loving person.

Activist shareholder resolutions do not have to pass to succeed. The process itself can be so injurious to a company that management will cave to demands.

I know I have great inner strength; I always have. I can blank things out, cut people out, and I know that I can go and live in a cave on my own if necessary.

I’d rather live in a cave with a view of a palace than live in a palace with a view of a cave.

I tried gimmicky stuff ’cause I wanted to get some attention, and remember, you know, in the rap world Seattle was a cave. There was no light.

When things are really dismal, you can laugh, or you can cave in completely.

How many deaf people do you know in real life? Unless they live in a cave, or are 14, which seems to be true for most people in this business, what could I possibly tell them that they don’t already know?

I would get a lot of writing done if I lived in isolation in a cave under a swamp.

And then I met Jerry and he’s such a creative fiction writer, and I don’t know if there’s ever been a team put together the way we are – where one person does the theological way out and suggestions, and the other person goes into the cave and does the fiction writing.

We won’t do something different for different’s sake. Designers cave in to marketing, to the corporate agenda, which is sort of, ‘Oh, it looks like the last one; can’t we make it look different?’ Well no, there’s no reason to.

I’m not that tough; I’m not that smart. I need life telling me who I am, showing me my mind constantly. I wouldn’t see it in a cave.

Whether in cave paintings or the latest uses of the Internet, human beings have always told their histories and truths through parable and fable. We are inveterate storytellers.

Houses mean a creation, something new, a shelter freed from the idea of a cave.

We are so fortunate, as Australians, to have among us the oldest continuing cultures in human history. Cultures that link our nation with deepest antiquity. We have Aboriginal rock art in the Kimberley that is as ancient as the great Palaeolithic cave paintings at Altamira and Lascaux in Europe.

You are also caught with the fact that man is a creature who walks in two worlds and traces upon the walls of his cave the wonders and the nightmare experiences of his spiritual pilgrimage.

Al-Qaida became the new Soviet Union, and in the process, Bin Laden became a demonic, terrifyingly powerful figure brooding in a cave while he controlled and directed the al-Qaida network throughout the world. In this way, a serious but manageable terrorist threat became grossly exaggerated.

If you think about evolution, sleep, at some time, was a dangerous undertaking. You lie down in your cave or shelter, and along comes a predator and has you for dinner. Many creatures do not sleep or sleep while standing so they can escape from dangerous situations.

I got a man cave. I play my music loud. I bought big speakers because I need to hear music loud.

Every few thousand years some shepard inhales smoke from a burning bush and has a vision or eats moldy rye bread in a cave and sees God.

I’ll read anything by a guy who spent 40 years in a cave.

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.

One just principle from the depths of a cave is more powerful than an army.

The journey of Robert the Bruce became my journey because the moral of that story – as every schoolchild is taught in Scotland – is he went into this cave and watched a spider trying to spin its web and it kept failing several times, and then it finally succeeded.

We’re getting the sort of ‘compromise’ American politics specializes in: the one where things are intentionally made worse for most people in the hopes that if things are made bad enough, the other side will cave.

What difference is there, do you think, between those in Plato’s cave who can only marvel at the shadows and images of various objects, provided they are content and don’t know what they miss, and the philosopher who has emerged from the cave and sees the real things?

If there hadn’t been women we’d still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat, because we made civilization in order to impress our girlfriends.

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.

I keep waiting for the roof to cave in. I was raised to follow the Golden Rule, you know, treat people the way you wish to be treated. That’s kind of the way I live my life. Maybe someone up there likes me for that.

We are so fortunate, as Australians, to have among us the oldest continuing cultures in human history. Cultures that link our nation with deepest antiquity. We have Aboriginal rock art in the Kimberley that is as ancient as the great Palaeolithic cave paintings at Altamira and Lascaux in Europe.

The day I initiated divorce proceedings against Michael Farmer, I was ready to retire to a desert cave and rethink my life.

Furthermore, even if ideas were gettable – say, stacked in a secluded cave like the Dead Sea scrolls – I wouldn’t go there. An ‘idea,’ especially one adhered to from start to finish, can be disastrous for a compelling piece of fiction.

Many of us didn’t believe in the image of bin Laden as a wandering Old Man of the Mountains, living on plants and insects in an inhospitable cave somewhere on the porous Pakistan-Afghan border.

I’d rather live in a cave with a view of a palace than live in a palace with a view of a cave.

I retreat to my cave in a very male fashion.

You don’t need a uniform color: We used a mixture of brick red, browns and grays, and then threw in seashells, branches and various types of rock, so our walls ended up looking like cave paintings!

It was relatively easy to write ‘The Cave of Lost Souls’, though, because it came to me one night in a dream. I remember waking up and having this idea for a complete story – from start to finish – in my head, so I jotted it down, then later began writing the thing.

I don’t keep a mobile, I am not computer savvy; I am not on any website. I live like a cave man.

We need to take politics out of health care. Congress will cave to pretty much any special interest on the subject.

Stories of all lengths and depths come from different parts of the cave. For a novel, you must lay in mental, physical and spiritual provision as for a siege or for a time of hectic explosions, while a short story is, or can be, a steady, timed flame like the lighting of a blow lamp on a building site full of dry tinder.

I’ve been a Nick Cave fan since the early ’80s when he was part of The Birthday Party thing singing Australian self-destructive rock band and I’ve always followed his work and loved it.

We always go to downtown Oklahoma City to look at all the Christmas lights that have been put up… We go to the Christmas Eve service at church, and we always beg my parents to open a present – just one present – on Christmas Eve. We get them to cave.

The lyrics are different from Nick Cave songs and lyrics. His songs are very narrative.

‘Man cave’ seems retrograde, but ‘she shed’ seems progressive. Or maybe it’s just a place for me to eat embarrassing amounts of chocolate in private.

The weather was turning cold and I remember that Dante was using nothing but natural light as his electric department was away, prepping the scene in the cave. We stayed on that rock for the whole day.

Louis C.K. was able to make it happen. His producers don’t bug him. He’s able to go into his cave and write exactly what he wants to write, and there are no decisions made by committee, and you have a singular voice, and everyone’s like, ‘Oh my God! We love this.’

I always seem to feel that everything is about to cave in on me. I think that maybe music is my protection from that and in some senses it’s an outlet to turn it into something euphoric: embracing the eventual decline.

Truth is a demure lady, much too ladylike to knock you on your head and drag you to her cave. She is there, but people must want her, and seek her out.

Gravity Falls’ didn’t just appear overnight – every spooky cave and moss covered tree was created by a team of brilliant artists.

A young imagination is bold, likes to make bigger leaps. It likes to, well, imagine that the dustbuster is a dinosaur; that the computer mouse is a hotrod; that the box is a cave; that the rawhide is a torch… or a baton… or something.

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

If you think about evolution, sleep, at some time, was a dangerous undertaking. You lie down in your cave or shelter, and along comes a predator and has you for dinner. Many creatures do not sleep or sleep while standing so they can escape from dangerous situations.

Whenever I hear that I’m on the brink of stardom, I feel like I want to run into a cave.

I love how ‘Game of Thrones’ has resonated with so many people around the world. I feel like it has really tapped into our need to hear stories about the human condition, love, death, good, evil… For me, it really is a modern version of the old Greek theatre or cave men sitting around fires telling stories.

The poet existed among the cave men; he will exist among men of the atomic age, for he is an inherent part of man. Even religions have been born from the need for poetry, which is a spiritual need, and it is through the grace of poetry that the divine spark lives forever in the human flint.