Birth: The first and direst of all disasters.

I am an emptiness for Thee to fill; my soul a cavern for Thy sea

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

Despair is a cavern beneath our feet and we teeter on its very brink.

Science is still only a candle glimmering in a great pitch-dark cavern.

Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern.

Deep in the cavern of the infant's breast; the father's nature lurks, and lives anew.

Man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern.

There is one—how would you put it—loophole.” “Loophole? More like a giant cavern if I have wings.

God knows all that is done in the most secret caverns of the heart. No place is deprived of his presence.

...and the distance between them, millimeters only, the space of a breath, opened up and deepened, became a cavern at whose edge he stood.

Sometimes there's a tackiness about Route 66 that out-tacks any tackiness I've ever seen anywhere else. And the Meramec Caverns are the pinnacle of that tack.

Fear is like a black cavern that is terrifying. Once you enter the cavern and explore it, you realize that you can get out of it, go through it and get out of it. Then there's another cavern that is just as big and terrifying, and you just go in and dwell in it and see what is the worst that can happen.

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