Quotes About Depth

Find the most salient, the most revelatory features of the story and expand them to the utmost, wring the last drop of juice from them.

I saw a mouth that was at once intelligent, animal, and soft . . . strange mixture—a human man, sensitively aware of everything—I love awareness—a man, I told you, whom life made drunk.

We give to our friends only a small part of ourselves. In the climate of love another being emerges.

Hay dos modos de llegar a mí, mediante los besos o la imaginación. Pero existe una jerarquía; los besos por sí solos no bastan.

No one but a woman in love ever sees the maximum of men's greatness.

Djuna, you're taking me to the bottom of the sea to live, like a real mermaid. I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living. But you, poor Rango, you're from the mountain, water is not your element. You won't be happy. Men from the mountains always dream of the sea, and above all things I love to travel. Where are we sailing now? - Anaïs Nin, The Four-Chambered Heart

I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.

You do not know what you are missing by your microscopic examination of sexual activity to the exclusion of aspects which are fuel that ignites it. Intellectual, imaginative, romantic, emotional. This is what gives sex its surprising textures, its subtle transformations, its aphrodisiac elements. You are shrinking your world of sensations. You are withering it, starving it, draining its blood.

she acquired the certainty of the expansion of time by depth of emotion, range and infinite multiplicity of experience.

La vérité d'un homme c'est d'abord ce qu'il cache.

Moltabano, for a moment, felt moved. That astonishing, wholly feminine capacity for deep understanding, for penetrating one's feelings, for being at once mother and lover, daughter and wife.

Sti picciotti parivano poter assorbiri tutto con 'na facilità che forsi era sulo di superfici, ma di 'na superfici enormi, globali, che era la superfici del munno 'ntero. A lui avivano 'nsignato di scinniri 'n profunnità, loro avevano 'mparato a navicari a mari aperto.

Music miraculously penetrates your very soul.

Because a real kiss, a kiss that two real people choose to give each other - it's something that can't be filmed or photographed or drawn, or even described with words. Because a kiss isn't what it looks like or how it feels. A real kiss happens down deep inside of two hearts at the same time. It's hidden away. A real kiss is invisible.

Christianity does not displace scientific accounts of the world; rather, it lends them ontological depth and clarity, and in doing so, discloses a greater vision of reality – a vision that gives both intellectual resilience and existential motivation to the task of apologetics.

If you add layer upon layer, detail over detail, the painting becomes lost in the paint.

How little we understand that we need enough time with God for His light to shine into the depths of our hearts and fill our lives.

That of His great goodness He would make known to you, and take from your heart, every kind and form and degree of Pride, whether it be from evil spirits, or your own corrupt nature; and that He would awaken in you the deepest depth and truth of that Humility, which can make you capable of His light and Holy Spirit.

Grief is a humble angel who leaves you with strong, clear thoughts and a sense of your own depth. Depression is a demon who leaves you appalled.

Really, I think one's art goes only as far and as deep as your love goes

most conversations take at least seven minutes to really begin.1 Up until that point, we are able to rely on our usual repertoire of topics—the weather, routine reports about our day, minimal and predictable chitchat. But around seven minutes, there is almost always a point where someone takes a risk—or could take a risk. The risk may be silence; it may be an unexpected question or observation; it may be an expression of a deeper or different emotion than we usually allow.

Si jamás te tocara, qué profunda extrañeza de su poemario: La velocidad del mundo

It was funny to hear her voice aloud. Her thoughts and perceptions usually existed so deep inside her, they rarely made it to the surface without a deliberate effort.

Carmen was bad at loving. She loved too hard.