quote by Richard Leakey

The problem is that during the 1980s, a decade of heavy poaching, the elephants retreated to safer areas. And now people have moved into the corridors once used by the elephants.

— Richard Leakey

Most Powerful Corridors quotations

One need not be a chamber to be haunted;

One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.

You walk through a series of arches, so to speak, and then, presently, at the end of a corridor, a door opens and you see backward through time, and you feel the flow of time, and realize you are only part of a great nameless procession.

But when the self speaks to the self, who is speaking? The entombed soul, the spirit driven in, in, in to the central catacomb; the self that took the veil and left the world -- a coward perhaps, yet somehow beautiful, as it flits with its lantern restlessly up and down the dark corridors.

There never can be a man so lost as one who is lost in the vast and intricate corridors of his own lonely mind, where none may reach and none may save.

Down the ancient corridors through the gates of time, run the ghosts of dreams that we have left behind.

If you board the wrong train, it is no use running along the corridor in the other direction.

The certain pathway to all things that you want is through the corridor of joy.

But then life is never neat, it is made up of doors and trapdoors.

You move down baroque corridors, and even when you think you know which door to open, you still need to have the courage to choose.

Success will smile at the man who refuses to lie down at the corridor of failure.

The sort of lad I am looking for is a kid who will nutmeg Kevin Keegan in training, then step aside him in the corridor

After such knowledge, what forgiveness?

I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.

This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind.

Then time seemed to stop, or rather to lose its directional urgency of movement;

it became a place in the open where one stood rather than a low, narrow corridor down which one was hurried.

History has many cunning passages, contrived corridors and issues.

I think continually of those who were truly great.

Across the gulf of centuries, the blind smile of Homer is turned upon our age.

Along the echoing corridors of time, the roar of the rockets merges now with the creak of the wind-taut rigging. For somewhere in the world today, still unconscious of his destiny, walks the boy who will be the first Odysseus of the Age of Space.

We let off a Dungbomb in the corridor and it upset him for some reason—" "So he hauled us off to his office and started threatening us with the usual—" "—detention—" "—disembowelment—

Marvin trudged on down the corridor, still moaning.

"...and then of course I've got this terrible pain in all the diodes down my left hand side..." "No?" said Arthur grimly as he walked along beside him. "Really?" "Oh yes," said Marvin, "I mean I've asked for them to be replaced but no one ever listens." "I can imagine.

Gary Tuchman, he can't believe it! He's from the New York-Washington axis, New York-Washington corridor. He's from CNN. The only liar here is Donald Trump. James Comey is the Second Coming right now. Comey is an angel. Comey is the savior. Comey is the individual of mass integrity that's gonna destroy this pig, Donald Trump.

our real fears are the sounds of footsteps walking in the corridors of our minds, and the anxieties, the phantom floatings, they create.

Dictators can fix up their entire families in good jobs, in or around government, and often do. In democracies, such a practice is frowned upon. Privileged access to the corridors of power through family connections and a kind of old boys' network, is also deemed an abuse of power, and so it is.

The moment at which two people, approaching from opposite ends of a long passageway, recognize each other and immediately pretend they haven t. This is to avoid the ghastly embarrassment of having to continue recognizing each other the whole length of the corridor.

So when I'm killed, don't wait for me, Walking the dim corridor;

In Heaven or Hell, don't wait for me, Or you must wait for evermore. You'll find me buried, living-dead In these verses that you've read.

Doomed Lord's Passing. For the mind of man alone is free to explore the lofty vastness of the cosmic infinite, to transcend ordinary consciousness, to roam the secret corridors of the brain where past and future melt into one...And universe and individual are linked, the one mirrored in the other, and each contains the other.

May not the inadequacy of much of our spiritual experience be traced back to our habit of skipping through the corridors of the Kingdom like children in the market place, chattering about everything, but pausing to learn the value of nothing.

A man who can be happy with the crumbs of light in the dark corridors of life infinitely deserves the brightest Sun!

The certain pathway to all things that you want is through the corridor of joy.

Most of you say, 'When I get that I will be joyful.' And we say, until you are joyful, you will not get that. You must start with the decision-with the determination-with the insistence that, 'I will not settle for less than feeling good.'

It's a bit like walking down a long, dark corridor never knowing when the light will go on.

Secrets and mysteries provide a beautiful corridor where you can float out.

The corridor expands and many, many wonderful things can happen... I love the process of going into mystery.

I've been wanting to tell people my theory about what goes on after time.

It's beyond our consciousness. We get glimpses of it between the infrared and the ultraviolet - the narrow narrow corridor of light that we are able to perceive.

Time remorselessly rambles down the corridors and streets of our lives.

but it is not until autumn that most of us become aware that our tickets are stamped with a terminal destination.

At the most subtle level, your inner intelligence is steadily progressing along the corridors of eternity.

The last possible deed is that which defines perception itself, an invisible golden chord that connects us: illegal dancing in the courthouse corridors.