Quotes About Depth

They mount up to the heaven, they go down again to the depths.

For I am full of matter, the spirit within me constraineth me.

Deep calleth unto deep.

[K]iss.... A trick of nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

Hast thou entered into the springs of the sea? or hast thou walked in the search of the depth?

If therefore the light that is in thee be darkness, how great is that darkness!

As it were a wheel in the middle of a wheel.

O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out!

[W]hat counts can't be counted.

An expert is someone who knows more and more about less and less, until eventually he knows everything about nothing.

Non multa sed multum [Not many but much].

To photograph truthfully and effectively is to see beneath the surfaces and record the qualities of nature and humanity which live or are latent in all things.

A photograph is usually looked at — seldom looked into.

A photograph is usually looked at- seldom looked into.

To shut your eyes is to guess nothing of blindness. Beneath your world of skies and faces and buildings exists a rawer and older world, a place where surface planes disintegrate and sounds ribbon in shoals through the air.

Beneath your world of skies and faces and buildings exists a rawer and older world, a place where surface planes disintegrate and sounds ribbon in shoals through the air.

Look closely and the picturesque inevitably cracks apart and becomes more interesting.

Rozgotuj do samych koÅ›ci sÅ'owa, które ju? znasz, a zwykle na dnie garnka znajdziesz wpatrzone w ciebie oczy staro?ytnych.

Inside her pulses something huge, something full of longing, something unafraid.

Rome is a broken mirror, the falling straps of a dress, a puzzle of astonishing complexity. It is an iceberg floating below our terrace, all its ballasts hidden beneath the surface.

The sea is only a receptacle for all the prodigious, supernatural things that exist inside it. It is only movement and love; it is the living infinite.

Boil the words you already know down to their bones and usually you will find the ancients sitting there at the bottom of the pot, staring back up.

How to render three dimensions in two, the world in planar spaces. It's the central challenge for every artist, Naima. Naima stepped back, reexamined her photo. Artist? she thought. An artist?

The value of the old liberal education was not that it made men "well-rounded," like a ball bearing, but that it gave them the freedom of the height and breadth and depth of human experience, including man's mysterious encounter with his Creator. To