Quotes About Depth

Not so long ago, to be sad meant you were filled to the brim with some intensity of experience.

It is of great use to the sailor to know the length of his line, though he cannot with it fathom all the depths of the ocean.

IDisorder is infinitely deep.

Disorder is infinitely deep.

artists know to look deeper than just surface beauty. They dig for what's underneath the underneath

Because the arts are not about what you can just see or sense; they're about discovering what underlies it all—

So what are violinists? Well, I think they're really sensitive, and kind of deep.

Life's harder, the deeper you feel things, was all I could think as I put the books away. Feelings, who needs them? Sometimes they're like a gift, when you feel love or happiness. Sometimes they're a curse.

Life's harder, the deeper you feel things.

The Depth of your Mythology is the Extent of your Effectiveness.

There is nothing more terrible, she has decided, than the ferocity with which humans can love.

He was beginning to understand that some of the most irritating that his family did stemmed from the depth of their love. And suddenly it felt wonderful to be worried about and fussed over, to be reclaimed by their messy closeness.

She has too deep a root within my Soul ever to be remov'd

If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile . . . her look . . . her way Of speaking gently . . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee- and love so wrought, May be unwrought so.

Wie ich dich liebe? Lass mich zählen wie. Ich liebe dich so tief, so hoch, so weit, als meine Seele blindlings reicht [...].

A world of complexity in that syllable.

Another wave, and this one wet him to the knee, spray salting his cheek and lips. The flavor was as musky as the lamia's scent, salt and depth and thousands of deaths, over thousands of years, all washed down into the endless, consuming sea.

He blinked, voice grinding if the words were buried somewhere very deep and he had to go after them.

They were deep within the world, and its hungry latticework structure had consumed the available light.

His shrug rearranged bony shoulders like a ridgeline shifting; the light of the lamp glinted amber in the depths of his eyes.

The structure of the world loomed in the partial visibility overhead, a lattice skeleton swathed erratically with light and darkness, further structures gleaming dully through translucent gas until depth of field rendered it opaque.

It felt-it felt like the Ativahikas had, when they spoke to me. As if something were inside me, vast and ancient and yet somehow still a part of me, or containing me, speaking from the halls of my own being. Speaking in a language deeper than any I had ever had to learn.

His face gives nothing away; Valens plays his games on a dozen levels.

Her voice sounded hurt. The emotion might even be real. People are complicated.