D'Leh: [in the pit, after deciding to not kill the Saber-tooth] Do not eat me when I save your life!
Tic'Tic: Be as your father.
D'Leh: What are they saying? Nakudu: They are your words: Bring them down
Tic'Tic: A good man draws a circle around himself and cares for those within. His woman, his children. Tic'Tic: Other men draw a larger circle and bring within their brothers and sisters. Tic'Tic: But some men have a great destiny. They must draw around themselves a circle that includes many, many
D'Leh: Look how fast its growing.
D'Leh: [to Tic'Tic] We need you. They will not fight with us.
D'Leh: You must become a hunter. Baku: Me
D'Leh: I found the eye of the snake.
D'Leh: He is not a god!
Evolet: [watching the river bank] Baku, D'leh is here!
Evolet: Baku, D'Leh is here!
Tic'Tic: [trying to hold D'leh back from the raiders as they take prisoners] We cannot help them!
D'Leh: Let me go!
D'Leh: [to the waiting tribes] We, the people of the Yagahl, hunt the mightiest of beast, the Manak. He is great and we are small. And still we bring him down. Because we hunt together as one! When the sun rises, we will join our brothers and sisters in the mountain of the god, we will convince th
D'Leh: [speaking to the spear-tooth] You must remember me. I gave you life.
D'Leh: Tell him... I am older than I look. [smirks
Tic'Tic: Our wise man says: you will lead us there. D'Leh: Me
We gave him a hearty welcome, for there was nearly half as much of the entertaining as of the contemptible about the man..
Art is to look at not to criticize.
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality. Edgar Allan Poe
A gentleman with a pug nose is a contradiction in terms.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary. Edgar Allan
A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young.
I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.
The enormous multiplication of books in every branch of knowledge is one of the greatest evils of this age, since it presents one of the most serious obstacles to the acquisition of correct information by throwing in the reader's way piles of lumber in which he must painfully grope for the scraps of
Children are never too tender to be whipped. Like tough beefsteaks, the more you beat them, the more tender they become.
Thy soul shall find itself alone â€™Mid dark thoughts of the gray tombstoneâ€” Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not lonelinessâ€”for then The spirits of the dead who stood In life before thee are again In death around theeâ€”and their
It is with literature as with law or empire - an established name is an estate in tenure, or a throne in possession.
And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And one by one dropped the revelers in the blood-bedewed halls of their revel, and died each in the despairing posture of his fall. And the life of the ebony clock went out with that of the last of the gay
Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merelyÂ—flowers.
He is, as you say, a remarkable horse, a prodigious horse, although as you very justly observe, a suspicious and untractable character.
The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true.
True! - nervous - very, very nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?
This maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!â€ Quoth the raven, â€œNevermore.
The customs of the world are so many conventional follies.
Villains!' I shrieked. 'Dissemble no more! I admit the deed! Tear up the planks! Here, here! It is the beating of his hideous heart!