Quotes About Depth

brown eyes,

Where your pain is, there your heart lies also.

I've learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what's unsaid, what's underneath. Understanding on another level of being.

My eyes are an ocean in which my dreams are reflected.

Il reale e' a piu' strati, e l'intero Creato, quando si e' giunti ad analizzare fin l'ultimo strato, non risulta affatto reale, ma pura e profonda immaginazione

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More than a shadow and less than a soul.

Simon's relationship with Meg was too complex for anything as simple as sex.

Although I maintain that if she were more perfect, she would be less interesting.

There is such a thing as looking through a person's eyes into the heart, and learning more of the height, and breadth, and depth of another's soul in one hour than it might take you a lifetime to discover, if he or she were not disposed to reveal it, or if you had not the sense to understand it.

at the bottom of the ocean is a layer of water that has never moved…

Some conversations are not about what they're about.

Facts are bigger in the dark.

Kinds of water drown us. Kinds of water do not.

Forró volt a hang, mint egy szín belseje.

?k voltak a tartály fenekén a legfenségesebb angolnák, és mint a dÅ'lt bet?k, felismerték egymást.

They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.

You can miss a lot by sticking to the point.

For sleep, one needs endless depths of blackness to sink into; daylight is too shallow, it will not cover one.

and turned his eyes the color of a winter sea.

Poetry, after all, milks the unconscious.

A woman who writes feels too much, Those trances and portents!

Now, the world is more than it seems to be. You know this, of course, because you read stories. You understand that there is the surface and then there are all the things that glimmer and shift underneath it. And you know that not everyone believes in those things, that there are people—a great many people—who believe the world cannot be any more than what they can see with their eyes. But we know better.

Something rose in Oscar's chest, like a flower blossoming all at once. It grew until it filled him and threatened to spill over everywhere. The words [he] spoke touched a longing so deep Oscar hadn't even known it was there.