Tumbling into a dark, Lewis Carroll labyrinth of filth, pursuing a white rabbit of smut!
I’m a nerdy, geeky fan of Labyrinth and Dark Crystal.
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.
To all appearances, the artist acts like a mediumistic being who, from the labyrinth beyond time and space, seeks his way out to a clearing.
I love actors. I enjoy their company, and I get excited each and every time they bring a character I've written to life. Every so often a talented actor doesn't hook in correctly to a character; or someone gets lost in a labyrinth of over-complicated thoughts, and the character and play suffer. However, most of the time I find actors either end up doing exactly what was in my head, or sometimes do something even better.
What idiocy, to racing into this story and its labyrinths, sprinting away from our happiness among the fresh spring grasses by the oak.
Is the labyrinth living or dying?
For her, reading was directly linked to pleasure, not to knowledge or enigmas or constructions or verbal labyrinths.
He, who every morning plans the transactions of the day, and follows that plan, carries a thread that will guide him through a labyrinth of the most busy life.
We had to forgive to survive the labyrinth
Chiron insisted that we talk about the Labyrinth in the morning which is like 'Hey, your life's in mortal danger. Sleep tight!
Everything in the world is actually connected. That means, even if we get separated, we'll never be alone
He's complicated and complex, a labyrinth I want to lose myself in. He's my fighter, and I really want to fight to be with him.
I choose the labyrinth.
There are things roaming around inside my head as clever as Theseus in the Labyrinth. It's just that nobody ever gave them the necessary piece of string, so they'll never find their way out.
Show not what has been done, but what can be. How beautiful the world would be if there were a procedure for moving through labyrinths.
There's your labyrinth of suffering. We are all going. Find your way out of that maze.
The more elaborate his labyrinths, the further from the Sun his face.
A labyrinth is a symbolic journey. . . but it is a map we can really walk on, blurring the difference between map and world.
I had come to the conclusion a long time ago that there was no escape from the labyrinth of contradictions in which we live except by an entirely new road, unlike anything hitherto known or used by us. But where this new or forgotten road began I was unable to say. I already knew then as an undoubted fact that beyond the thin film of false reality there existed another reality from which, for some reason, something separated us. The 'miraculous' was a penetration into this unknown reality.