Quotes About Depth

la maldad de los hombres es muy profunda!

The only normal people are the ones you don't know very well.

We do treat books surprisingly lightly in contemporary culture. We'd never expect to understand a piece of music on one listen, but we tend to believe we've read a book after reading it just once.

This was what it was. The ruin of it. The depth of it. Have it once and you can have it again. That's the riddle. That's the truth.

There is the outside of a story, and there is the inside of a story, he told me as we sat in his library one afternoon. One is the fruit and may be delicious, but the other is the seed.

Is there more to the story?" Vincent asked. "There's more to every story," his aunt told him.

What looked empty was full, much like water in a cup. What was most important was invisible to the eye.

There is the outside of a story, and the inside of a story... One is the fruit and may be delicious, but the other is the seed.

What she feels for him is so deep, she aches. She supposes this is what people refer to when they say the pangs of love, as if your innermost joy cannot help but cause you anguish as well.

Franny was always going to be the one to break the curse. Here was her secret: she loved so deeply the depth could never be charted.

She feels her love inside her as if it were as tangible as blood and bones. They'll

He has no idea that being in love is bullshit. It's knowing someone down to their soul that matters. That's what love is. It's difficult and it's real and it doesn't change.

He told me he wanted the chance to be in love again. He has no idea that being in love is bullshit. It's knowing someone down to their soul that matters. That's what love is. It's difficult and it's real and it doesn't change.

we saw the edges of one another's souls.

Who can know the heart of a man?

True emotional understanding has nothing to do with cheap sentimental pity.

People's lives in Jubilee as elsewhere, were dull, simple, amazing, and unfathomable - deep caves paved with kitchen linoleum.

Something that could not easily bu put into words and indeed might never be.

Anecdotes don't make good stories. Dig down so far that what finally comes out is not even what you thought it was about.

Peoples lives, in Jubilee and elsewhere, were dull, simple, amazing and unfathomable - deep caves paved with kitchen linoleum.

She had a stare that stretched to infinity.

this cold woman who was not exactly cold, this rock who was not stone.

continuing to love with depth and tenderness honors revolution at its highest success.

She was beginning to think that human beings had underground selves, always running, limpid, clear, even when everything in the personality appeared used up, dusty and dry.