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I always thought you'd live underground somewhere, near the earth's core,
So, yes, I am in the underground, but actually, it feels like home.
London has always been a warren underground, and Pall Mall is no exception: secret passageways, Tube tunnels, sewers, cellars, more of London under- than above-ground.
I don't know anybody who does what I do. I'm very underground.
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found. I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned.
There is a slumbering subterranean fire in nature which never goes out, and which no cold can chill.
You think you've reached the bottom. Then you find out the bottom has a basement.
You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance
You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by the gallons
If you would keep your soul
From spotted sight or sound,
Live like the velvet mole;
Go burrow underground.
The deepest cavern in the world is the human heart.
Below me, inside me, there's a pit that's dark and comforting and quite completely insane. If I sink into it, I can be free of all torture.
Hidden places, which had been mysterious mines for exploration in leafy summer, now exposed themselves and their secrets pathetically,
preferably left buried in
Look at the earth and you think it's solid," he said. "But look deeper and you'll see it's riddled with tunnels. A warren. A labyrinth.
It's hard to go underground when you weigh 400 pounds, Marcus. That's why they'll have to bury you in a piano case.
FACT: In 1991, a document was locked in the safe of the director of the CIA. The document is still there today. Its cryptic text includes references to an ancient portal and an unknown location underground. The document also contains the phrase "It's buried out there somewhere.
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.
Down they went, into the darkness. Down ancient, worn steps coated in slippery mildew. Down into the deep recesses of the earth, far beneath the corridors of Deep-Spire.
Hard time adjusting to being underground so much. But after the surreal encounter with the
The other dark places,' Evan whispered. Visions of tunnels of earth and stone, caves and streams entered his head. It was far beneath them. He knew it was real and it was down there, waiting.
The walls of the tunnels were covered with so much dirt, it was almost like fur. I thought those tunnels were the kind of places wolves might live. I thought they were like the vessels of the human heart.
We are not meant to spend the rest of our lives underground. We need to go home and tell a strange story that no one will believe.
At the bottom of the pit, there is nothing to fear; above the clouds, there is nothing to hide.
with thick stone walls and high, slitted
This is Louisiana, we don't have basements because of the water level.
The world as we see it is only the published version. The subterranean realms, whether churches or hospital rooms or smoke-filled basements, are part of what hold up the rest.
For every prohibition you create, you also create an underground.
Night climbs its long underground staircase.
It recalls what it has to tell us.
We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on. Not forever, perhaps, but for a time. It's a kind of immortality, I suppose, bounded by limits, it's true, but then so's everything.
Sand-strewn caverns, cool and deep, Where the winds are all asleep; Where the spent lights quiver and gleam; Where the salt weed sways in the stream.
Somehow there is a certain honesty underground, a certain truth,
I spend so much time in my studio, which can be very dark, so it can begin to feel as if I'm a mole underground.
I don't want to stay underground for just the cool people.
Whenever I find myself in an exceptionally beautiful environment, I can't help asking myself - what lies beneath? I'm fascinated by the idea of a perfect surface concealing a rotten core.
I wonder what goes on night and day beneath the surface of a cemetery.
This cavern is below all, and the enemy of all; it is hatred, without exception.
What you try to bury just ends up burying you.
Nighttown, because the Pit's inverted, and the bottom of its bowl touches the sky, the sky that Nighttown never sees, sweating under its own firmament of acrylic resin, up where the Lo Teks crouch in the dark like gargoyles,
In the far reaches of the world, under a lost and lonely hill, lies the TOMB OF HORRORS. This labyrinthine crypt is filled with terrible traps, strange and ferocious monsters, rich and magical treasures, and somewhere within rests the evil DemiLich.
Eventually when you discover yourself, you had buried yourself 6 feet under by then.
the Vault of Walt.
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
There was something beneath the surface of things.
Sometimes when you're in a dark place you think you've been buried, but you've actually been planted.
That dark laboratory we call the soil.
You can't be deep without a surface
Where shadows dim with shadows mate,
in caverns deep and dark.
Where old books dream of bygone days,
when they were wood and bark ...
I'm a tundra with wind endlessly blowing a hollow tunnel through me.
There is nothing I like more than pure underground music
History - that little sewer where man loves to wallow.
This Midwestern sky is the nakedest loneliest sky in America. To escape it, people live inside and underground.
A secret that has been buried too long, eating a hole in me, worms its way to the surface, like a swimmer who can't hold his breath any longer.
If there are alleys inside me, there must also be hallways. I
You try, you seem totally nuts, you go underground.
What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so in exorable as one's self!
They who derive their worth from their ancestors resemble potatoes, the most valuable part of which is underground.
On one end there was who you were before you went underground, and on the other end a new person steps out into the light.
I like the word 'underground' ... 'independent' carries a stigma of whininess. 'Underground' means a good time.
How can you have faith in human nature when you think that a sewer and certain moments of Schumann or Brahms are connected by secret, shadowy, subterranean passageways.
It were as though the building's kilometres of clanky old ductwork connected up to an asthmatic giant with poor oral hygiene, hidden away somewhere in the basement.
I wouldn't go for a swim without consulting you first. But, given your past history working for Hollowcrest and skulking around dark places, I wonder if you have any insight into these tunnels."
"Skulking?"
"Yes, is that not what assassins call it?"
"We call it working.
Going into a cave might be like going inside one's own mind, crawling around in the pitch-black, nook-and-crannied labyrinth of the human psyche.
I love tunnels. They 're the symbol of hope: sometime it will be bright again.
If by chance it is not night.
Those who go beneath the surface, do so at their peril.
The tremendous secrecy of alleys between houses
If you find yourselves in cuttings or in tunnels, don't you play no secret games, Keep your whistles going, and let's know where you are.
Some sinister secret lat buried in the heart of the graveyard !
Once, this whole world had been hidden beneath a shallow sea.
You could bury people one hundred floors down, and a whole dead world could be underneath the living one.
There's something hypocritical about a city that keeps half of its population underground half of the time; you can start believing that there's much more space than there really is
to live, to work.
There are no shadows in the Underdark. There is no room for imagination in the Underdark. It is a place for alertness, but not aliveness, a place with no room for hopes and dreams.
In my mind, Martha, you are buried in cement right up to your neck. No ... right up to your nose ... that's much quieter.
I've been buried alive!
And there's one thing about this underground work, we shan't get any rain.
Depths of Friendship
... under fathoms deep
of dark and bitter cold
an eerie oscillation
reverberated brash and bold ...
There are secret passages all around you if you know where to look for them.
All I wanted was to be part of an underground world where the sun doesn't shine, there are no love songs, and the sound of children's laughter is never, ever heard.
Well, either you have a compartment under this floor, containing a living person, or the property is infested by giant moles
There is nothing quite so delightfully mysterious as a secret in your own backyard.
Caves so often symbolize rebirth. It's a hidden space, an expected, inscrutable space. Strange things live in there - eyeless salamanders, albino fish, a prophet's epiphanies.
If Fairyland-Below is Fairyland's shadow, what is the shadow of Fairyland-Below? What's under the underworld?"
Ell laughed like thunder rolling somewhere far off. "I'm afraid it's underworlds all the way down, my dearest, darling flying ace.
On some summer days in New York City, the air hangs thickly visible, like the combined exhalations of eight million souls. Steam rising from vents underground makes you wonder if there isn't one giant sweat gland lodged beneath the city.
There are tiny, dirty rabbit holes that you have not been down that I have. I have taken people down into those tunnels with me, and they've never come out.
Underground is underground, commercial is commercial. There's market for both, and both get money.
The tunnels may be long, and twisted, and dark; but you are supposed to go through them.
There is no pit so deep that He is not deeper still.
The mustiness that permeated the apartment, its whole subterranean atmosphere, was redolent of an abandoned tomb.
As high as Heaven, as deep as Hell.
I was in the underground until I left Germany.
But this time of the year she was in her vaults, underground, and here she resided alone, spending most of her life in darkness, like a tongue
nook in the rocks. From this place, we are invisible but have a clear
Far 'neath the earth crust, in the Halls of Amenti, mysteries I saw that are hidden from men.
I spend most of my free time under the house.
A labyrinth is an ancient device that compresses a journey into a small space,
There were stories that the tunnels went for miles. There were monsters down there, blind reptiles and insects that had never seen the light, there were hospitals and brothels, and horrible things, piles of the offal from VC atrocities, dead babies, assassinated priests.
I'd rather be a criminal underground than a secret police.
Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime,
The image of Eternity,
the throne
Of the Invisible! even from out thy slime
The monsters of the deep are made; each zone
Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
While it is relatively easy to recognize the perennial grasses and seed-eating sparrows as characteristic of meadows, the ecosystems exist in their fullest sense underground. What we see aboveground is only the outer margin of an ecosystem that explodes in intricacy and life below.
Do not look for a secret passage in nature because nature is already the secret passage itself!
The terrain of the mysteries is the ordinary. To seek out mystery, we don't have to go anywhere. We must simply change our preception, our description, our consciousness of where we are.