Quotes About Deep

only literature can give you access to a spirit from beyond the grave – a more direct, more complete, deeper access than you'd have in conversation with a friend'.

I rate highly any woman who will freely swear and say the word "stink," but on this occasion I would rather have had a woman with an appreciation for ancient relics and mysterious rooms hidden in the deeps of forbidding caves.

Love is a knife that really only cuts one way, and that's deep.

Loneliness is a utopia of serenity, a deep connection with eternity and infinity and reality. Author: Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

One of the central elements of the Christian story is the claim that the paradox of laughter and tears, woven as it is deep into the heart of all human experience, is woven also deep into the heart of God.

Love is no rose. It's a goddam weed that digs its roots in deep, there's no hope of getting it out. - Nina Valance, human novelist married to a telekinetic (circa 1977)

Love is no rose. It's a goddamn weed that digs its roots in so deep, there's no hope of getting it out.

You don't mind calluses, do you, Thea? They come from drumming so intensely over a long period. All that physical work also means I have plenty of stamina. I can go as long and as hard as you want, or as slow and as deep, or any combination thereof. Hard and deep. Slow and long. Hard, deep, long? I can do that. Your choice

You're in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love's not a strong enough word—you have my devotion, your name branded on my soul

Are you going to break my trust again, Riley?" There could be no mistakes, no blurred lines here. He met her eyes full on. "Not on purpose. Never on purpose." He took a deep breath. "But I'm likely to fuckup when the wolf's riding me.

One thing I know from living with Jack is that war, any war, stains a man deep, and nothing can get the stain out. They can wear clothes like a rancher or a banker, but the stains are under there, never far from the surface of their skin.

What haunts me is not exactly the absence of literal space so much as a deep craving for metaphorical space: release, escape, some kind of open-ended freedom.

If you never sit still, it does not even hint to that deeper self in you that you are interested. By practice, by showing up, we are signaling that deep motor, that hum of life, that we are ready: Help us. Pay attention and lead us out of our confusion.

was the deep, cold distinction between fantasy and reality: No consequences.

When I burn please bury me deep Somewhere on West Division Street Put a bottle beneat' my head 'n a bottle beneat' my feet

Everything, that can be seen, touched, explained, argued over, is to the imaginative man nothing more than a means, for he functions, by reason of his controlled imagination, in the deep of himself where every idea exists in itself and not in relation to something else. In him there is no need for the restraints of reason, for the only restraint he can obey is the mysterious instinct that teaches him to eliminate all moods other than the mood of fulfilled desire.

In the quiet spaces opened up by the prolonged, undistracted reading of a book, people made their own associations, drew their own inferences and analogies, fostered their own ideas. They thought deeply as they read deeply.

They looked at each other and some refraction of the pain in Tom's heart must have shown in his eyes. Frank said, 'In pretty deep, huh?' 'About as deep as it gets.

Hugest of living Creatures, on the Deep Stretcht like a Promontorie sleeps or swimmes, And seems a moving Land, and at his Gilles Draws in, and at his Trunck spouts out a Sea. —Milton, Paradise Lost, Book VII

Blue eyes, royal blue, endlessly deep, and Peretur, helpless, fell in.

His eyes were hooked so deep in their sockets she could not tell at first what colour they were. But she was not looking hard, because she had eyes only for the sword at this side, which drew her so strongly she had to use half her attention to not reach out to the silvery hilt.

Love is blue. A clear cerulean when new. A bright, bold, true blue in its glorious throes. And when it hurts, as it inevitably will, love turns deep, dark, the color of a bad bruise.

The act of putting pen to paper encourages pause for thought, this in turn makes us think more deeply about life, which helps us regain our equilibrium.

Who does not love to wander at twilight, when the light of day and the deep shades of night mingle together in deep coloring?