Top 110 Cave Quotes

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.

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.

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.

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 was a little doubtful about the propriety of going to the Mammoth Cave without a gentleman escort, but if two ladies travel alone they must have the courage of men.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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

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.

Just as our ancient ancestors drew animals on cave walls and carved animals from wood and bone, we decorate our homes with animal prints and motifs, give our children stuffed animals to clutch, cartoon animals to watch, animal stories to read.

I’m so not macho. It’s crazy. My man cave is so not a man cave.

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

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.

I read ‘The Crystal Cave’ book by Mary Stewart, and I thought it was a really, really interesting part of the legend, in which Merlin could enter into the cave with these crystals and see reflections of the future in them and learn how to use that and harness those powers for himself.

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’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.

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.

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

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.

I retreat to my cave in a very male fashion.

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

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.

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.

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 think that there are many aspects to the relationship between humans and animals. But briefly, humans appear to have always been fascinated by them from the time of cave paintings and before.

The teenager’s room is her cave. It is here she can meet herself, undistracted by the new hassles life is making for her. Here, she can reflect.

Mostly I sit alone in a room and cry and do my job – so when they let me out of my cave to go on tour, I really listen to my readers.

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!

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?

I am really indoors-y. I am a video game and movie buff, and this keeps me in my little boy cave.

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

If my world were to cave in tomorrow, I would look back on all the pleasures, excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness, not my miscarriages or my father leaving home, but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.

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.

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.

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

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

I’m so not macho. It’s crazy. My man cave is so not a man cave.

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.

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.

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

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 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.

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

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 was a little doubtful about the propriety of going to the Mammoth Cave without a gentleman escort, but if two ladies travel alone they must have the courage of men.

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.

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

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.

It’s productive and fun to try interpreting cave paintings, but ultimately, they can’t teach us anything beyond what we imagine them to be.

If I was influenced by anything, it was architecture: structure having to do with logic. If you don’t do it right, the whole thing is going to cave in. In a certain sense, you can carry that to graphic design. Fortunately, however, nobody is going to die if you do it wrong.

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

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.

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.

I always felt that everything that happened was incredibly exhilarating and massively puzzling at the same time. I can even remember, when I was six or seven, digging a hole beneath a tree. And I would go into this tomb, this cave that I had made, and would lie there, meditating, for hours.

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

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

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.

Ads are the cave art of the twentieth century.

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.

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

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.

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

We do ourselves a disservice when some of us cave to the myth that Social Security somehow drives the deficit.

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

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.

There are many artists that I know exactly where they are born and what their names are and where they live, which are still very, sort of, hidden. Even Nick Cave, who has a film about himself nowadays, is still someone who I would claim to be utterly enigmatic.

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.

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

Ads are the cave art of the twentieth century.

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.’

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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.

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!

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

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.

I retreat to my cave in a very male fashion.

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.

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.

If my world were to cave in tomorrow, I would look back on all the pleasures, excitements and worthwhilenesses I have been lucky enough to have had. Not the sadness, not my miscarriages or my father leaving home, but the joy of everything else. It will have been enough.

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

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

I really like Cold Cave.

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.

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

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

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.