Quotes About Depth

One of the unfortunate facts about being interested in nearly everything is that the depth of your knowledge is bound to remain inversely proportional to its range; the more you know en masse, the less you tend to know about a particular, narrow topic.

Beauty's but skin deep.

My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,And true plain hearts do in the faces rest,Where can we find two better hemispheresWithout sharp North, without declining West?

Poor intricated soul! Riddling, perplexed, labyrinthical soul!

But he who loveliness withinHath found, all outward loathes,For he who color loves, and skin,Loves but their oldest clothes.

Every woman is a science; for he that plods upon a woman all his life long, shall at length finde himself short of the knowledge of her.

Give me a sentence which no intelligence can understand. There must be a kind of life and palpitation to it, and under its words akind of blood must circulate forever.

The longer they hang out, the deeper the history, the richer the life. If you use that as a template or as a way of realizing things, then I don't think you can go wrong.

Literature must spring from the deep and submerged humus of our life.

...cassoulet, like life itself, is not so simple as it seems.

Neither is life long enough for friendship. That is a serious and majestic affair.

Real relationship is gritty and earthy, the stuff that life is made of.

In certain almost supernatural states of the soul, the profundity of life reveals itself entirely in the spectacle, however ordinary it may be, before one's eyes. It becomes its symbol.

Begin to see that life is very, very complex. It is made up of thousands of dimensions of wonder.

Be willing to face life squarely and get down beneath the surface of life where the verities and realities are to be found.

I know of no other advice than this: Go within and scale the depths of your being from which your very life springs forth.

Real life is not like a movie. Even the best movies, the most rich, fleshed-out movies are not as rich and nuanced as detailed as real life or an actual human being.

Underneath the reality in which we live and have our being, another altogether different reality lies concealed.

Ah, well, being conflicted means you can live a shallow life without copping to be a shallow person.

What makes me vulnerable? Well, my ego, probably. I kind of like to try to let go of it. Or feeling out of my depth. In various aspects of my life, whether it's musical or personal.

Oh the piercing sadness of life in the midst of its ordinariness!

In life, the first act is always exciting but it is the second act - that's where the depth comes in.

The life of the soul is incalculable.

Life isn't simple. Literature shouldn't be either.