Quotes About Depth

Read them and you hear echoes of one story inside another, then echoes of another inside that.

Read them and you hear echoes of one story inside another, then echoes of another inside that. pg. 43

How easy it is to be "deep": all you have to do is let yourself sink into your own flaws.

True character arises from a deeper well than religion.

The eyes are the windows of the soul.... If someone was to look into your eyes, what would you want them to see?

Ninety percent of who you are is invisible." - Mrs. Zender

Haven't people learnned yet that the time of superficial intellectual games is over, that agony is infinitely more important than syllogism, that a cry of despair is more revealing than the most subtle thought, and that tears always have deeper roots than smiles?

Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer.

there are shadows because there are hills.

Because I say so little you think I don't feel. I care a lot.

How can the mind take hold of such a country? Generations of invaders have tried, but they remain in exile. The important towns they build are only retreats, their quarrels the malaise of men who cannot find their way home. India knows of their trouble. She knows of the whole world's trouble, to its uttermost depth. She calls "Come" through her hundred mouths, through objects ridiculous and august. But come to what? She has never defined. She is not a promise, only an appeal.

Aziz winked at him slowly and said: "...There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.

But in public who shall express the unseen adequately? It is private life that holds out the mirror to infinity; personal intercourse, and that alone, that ever hints at a personality beyond our daily vision.

He had shown her all the workings of his soul, mistaking this for love.

I feel to you as Pippa to her fiancé, only far more nobly, far more deeply, body and soul, no starved medievalism of course, only a – a particular harmony of body and soul that I don't think women have even guessed. But you know.

A slow nature such as Maurice's appears insensitive, for it needs time even to feel. Its instinct is to assume that nothing either for good or evil has happened, and to resist the invader. Once gripped, it feels acutely, and its sensations in love are particularly profound. Given time, it can know and impart ecstasy; given time, it can sink to the heart of Hell.

Disdaining the heroic outfit, excitable in her methods, garrulous, episodical, shrill, she misled her lover much as she misled her aunt. He mistook her fertility for weakness. He supposed her "as clever as they make 'em," but no more, not realizing that she was penetrating to the depths of his soul, and approving of what she found there.

It is not rubbish! It is the part of people that you do not understand.

S]he might yet reveal depths of strangeness, if not of meaning.

She was appallingly narrow, but her consciousness of wider things gave to her narrowness a pathetic charm.

He supposed her 'as clever as they make 'em', but no more, not realizing that she was penetrating to the depths of his soul, and approving of what she found there.

There are many ways of being a man; mine is to express what is deepest in my heart.

But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.

Preachers or scientists may generalize, but we know that no generality is possible about those whom we love; not one heaven awaits them, not even one oblivion.