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I succumbed to hedonism.
I sighed and blew
When that moment comes- and it always comes- when your life teeters between giving up and getting up, when you can't give up and you can't get up, either, here's what you do ... Crawl.
carefully negotiated his way
I've been buried alive!
Straining and straining, getting nowhere, but unable to stop pushing in case the rock should fall and crush him. Meanwhile, arrogant bastards who were in just the same danger lazed on the slopes beside him saying, 'Well, it's not my rock.
sank, at the realization of what had really
You failed. But you lived. The sooner you own up to it, the faster you evolve.
I did what I have been told to do by my queen. In so doing, I fell into a trap I couldn't escape. I still can't."
"The trap of LUUUUVVVV, I thought sarcastically. But he was too serious, too calm, to mock.
What the fuck are cavemen doing here?
I had evolved a year too soon, and it nearly broke me
You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance
You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by the gallons
The most important thing to do if you find yourself in a hole is to stop digging.
I practically left my skin in a puddle on the floor. Seriously?! A man's voice echoed in the cavern, and I had no idea where he was. I fought the urge to run screaming around the cellar like a beheaded chicken with vocal cords, then took a deep breath and winced.
He'd been let down so often
His brow was on the floor
But then they found
A small hole in the ground
And let him down some more
went downstairs,
that one had to put
But then an old man was discovered impaled in a ditch, and once again his world had started crumbling away beneath his feet. He wondered how long he could keep this up.
Utterly, irrevocably, lost
Still deep I burrow, waiting for tomorrow. Closed off, I bear. The open elements don't care. Laid here in this nest, dormant now I rest. Aching to live and roam, though still burrowed in my tomb. When time brings my spring, maybe I'll rise like a king.
-Anonymous
Succumbing is for a loser or s<>trong>trtrong>ategist.
He no longer yearned for his life in the cave. He had experienced that life once and it had proved unlivable. Just as had his other experience - life among human beings. He was suffocated by both worlds. He no longer wanted to live at all.
Zaphod Beeblebrox crawled bravely along a tunnel, like the hell of a guy he was. He was very confused, but he continued crawling doggedly anyway because he was that brave.
I am perhaps more proud of having helped to redeem the character of the cave-man than of any other single achievement of mine in the field of anthropology.
Caveman post therapy was still caveman.
Forgive yourself.
I reframed the situation
give up my quest.
Trapped in a trap of your own making.
I thought, acted, and thereupon found myself removed.
When you find youself in a hole - stop digging.
When you are in a hole, stop digging!
He pushed. I yielded. He gave. I took. He captured. I surrendered.
failed. I'm weary - weary
that's crumbling back into
I found you people in mud huts.. you were living in CAVES!
I began the piling of words,
to dig myself out
to dare myself
ameliorative. He climbed
It was a mistake and I made the mistake because I was conservative and played safe. And that way lies failure." "Must do it ... constantly go to the well ... constantly try, try, try. Dare. Dare, Dare. Who dares wins
Where you stumble, there lies your treasure. The very cave you are afraid to enter turns out to be the source of what you are looking for.
The damned thing in the cave that was so dreaded has become the center.
If you'd ever asked, I would have crawled to help you. But you never wanted my help. You only wanted me to be your sweet and smiling sister. So I smiled and smiled, until I thought I would break.
We are always searching for a cave to fit in.
He couldn't know that I'd overstayed my welcome one night while creeping through his megaron and had crawled up through the space where the pipes of the hypocaust ran to hide in his treasure room. I had slept for a day in stuffy darkness on the ridged tops of his treasure trunks.
The very cave you are afraid to enter turns out to be the source of what you are looking for.
I let out a long sigh. In
I kept on digging the hole deeper and deeper looking for the treasure chest until I finally lifted my head, looked up and realized that I had dug my own grave.
For a boy who always felt imperilled, that pitch-black cave was a refuge, and he returned to it in his imagination again and again.
Now Kino lay in the cave entrance, his chin braced on his crossed arms, and he watched the blue shadow of the mountain move out across the brushy desert below until it reached the Gulf, and the long twilight of the shadow was over the land.
pick pocketed your own pocket
pulled falling out of the tree right on
I gave in, and admitted that God was God.
Troll sat alone on his seat of stone, And munched and mumbled a bare old bone; For many a year he had gnawed it near, For meat was hard to come by. Done by! Gum by! In a cave in the hills he dwelt alone, And meat was hard to come by.
he climbed desperately to escape the unendurable nuzzling of that loathsome and overfed bhole
Caught in a lip-lock that I thought might require the expertise of the mountain rescue team to break apart'.
- I can paint that fucking cave.
I just sort of slid into it, like you'd go for a walk in the woods and fall into a crevasse and wind up in a cave full of rubies and emeralds.
From that day on he learned to accept the
dungeon he existed in, neither seeking to escape with sudden derring-do nor beating his pate
bloody on its walls.
And, thus resigned, he returned to work.
Shoulders slumped in defeat, I turned to walk away. The drugstore had caved under the force of my criminal will, but the Coke machine was virtuous. Inviolate.
Then, at the last moment, I am forced to admit to myself that I was right after all,
and that it was really impossible to go down into the burrow without exposing the
thing I love best, for a little while at least, to all my enemies, on the ground, in the
trees, in the air.
left my box of cubicle gear in the trunk, stashed like a dead body. I pasted on a smile and walked into the house. My mother was just hanging up the phone and looked exultant. "Guess what?" she said.
So this is my Pathetic Loser's confession: I am Oren Tenning, and I have fallen. Hard.
I retreat to my cave in a very male fashion.
I'll give you caveman.
broke into a blaze of effulgence.
Underground, the story continued.
I can't crawl any further. You never crawled for me.
When fate wronged me, I had not the wisdom to remain cool: I turned desperate; then I degenerated.
When you can't climb your way out of such a hole, you tend to crouch down and call it home ...
Again he lost himself in deep waters.
I have been beaten, but I have not yielded. I'm not going to start yielding now.
I bashed myself. I cut myself. I caught on fire. I fell: I had been myopically focused on peeling garlic, and hadn't noticed a bin of beef at my feet until I walked into it.
Sometimes life takes you into a dark place where you feel it's impossible to breathe. You think you've been buried, but don't give up, because if truth be told, you've actually been planted.
Submerge, bitch.
Leave no stone unturned.
I had put too much of myself into it.Put-- Oscar Wilde
Such discoveries have led me, and other geologists, to reconsider the evidence previously derived from caves brought forward in proof of the high antiquity of Man.
For the piece of gold lies 3 feet deep, but your hole is only 2 feet steep, so dig on my friend, there's no time to weep. You've only a foot to go.....
If you are trying to get out of the hole, stop digging.
I'm going to f
ing bury that guy, I have done it before, and I will do it again. I'm going to f
ing kill Google.
screwed her courage to the sticking place
my mind slipped out from under me.
assimilated. So it was
An hour passed and another and then, like a glass of water overfilled - the meniscus inverting, going convex, gravity pulling at the edges, the overflow finally giving way - he could not longer suffer his own cowardice.
I gave in to life. I was not defeated but outplayed.
You really are becoming unraveled without me.
Greg took a deep
I flamed amazement
Everything I've done I've just fallen into.
I had totally lost my way. I lost focus. I lost myself.
My tears are buried in my heart, like cave-locked fountains sleeping.
I was like a thought slipping through the fissures ...
What's in the cave, Russell?' Madigan asked with heavy sarcasm.
I shrugged. 'Rocks. Lots of 'em.'
'Don't patronize me.' His voice lowered to a hiss. 'What else is in the cave?'
I looked him straight in the eye and spoke one word.
'Mud.
The Cavelries hear and their short and furrie
And now - Plato's words mock me in the shadows on the ledge behind the flames: ' ... the men of the cave would say of him that up he went and down he came without his eyes.
I'd fallen. Fallen hard. But not so far that I couldn't pick myself up.
We were diving in caves. It wasn't totally safe.
My debauchery I undertook solitarily, by night, covertly, fearfully, filthily, with a shame that would not abandon me ... I was then already bearing the underground in my soul.
Resisted temptations become lost opportunities ...
I wept not, so to stone within I grew.
to the right collapsed, further burying the former