Quotes About Depth

Truth, but not very much of it, suitable for paddling your toes in.

You dress in shadows, brother, but there is starlight in your eyes.

People are so complicated.

Her tongue tasted the air and she smiled from fathomless eyes.

They were cordial enough in that way that people can be who have nothing in common and little to talk about. Muire was satisfied with the lack of depth in that relationship, even as Thorvaldsdottir's political activism lead her to celebrity and a series of public confronations and condemnations over the Eiledian Thing's handling of the current crisis.

Icebergs behoove the soul(both being self-made from elements least visible)to see them so: fleshed, fair, erected, indivisible.

Cold dark deep and absolutely clear,element bearable to no mortal,to fish and to seals…

Icebergs behoove the soul (both being self-made from elements least visible) to see themselves: fleshed, fair, erected, indivisible.

I swear that each of us keeps, battened down inside himself, a sort of lunatic giant - impossible socially, but full-scale - and that it's the knockings and baterrings we sometimes hear in each other that keeps our intercourse from utter banaility.

Your eyes are the shade of intelligence, able to pierce a man's heart with merely a glance. As they have done so to mine.

How things appear is only the thin, papery outer skin of the onion. Of course, when you cut open the onion, your eyes will sting and water, and then you can't see at all. You're lucky if you don't slice your finger.

And sometimes men fail, I answered silently. Sometimes they don't forgive. Sometimes what you see is only the bright surface of something cold and deep.

She looked out across the water and allowed the feeling of longing to wash over her, spill into the crevices of her soul, and fill her completely.

Life was full of these intuitions that one must get smaller, go further in. The golden box was so deeply within that it was hard to find, yet it contained an entire country and was, she supposed, the only luggage one could take with one if there was anywhere to go beyond death.

They were like an iceberg, it occurred to me, my father the seven-sights that was under the water and my mother the luminous portion riding the waves. But no, they were two icebergs: solitary phenomena, impressive, independent, known only to themselves. I felt their hidden seven-eighths inside me as a dark bulkiness whose outlines I was always trying to map.

They were like an iceberg, it occurred to me, my father the seven-eighths that was under the water and my mother the luminous portion riding the waves. But no, they were two icebergs: solitary phenomena, impressive, independent, known only to themselves. I felt their hidden seven-eighths inside me as a dark bulkiness whose outlines I was always trying to map.

She looked up into his face and asked him "What does it feel like to have someone so beautiful?" He looked down at her naive eyes and said "It feels like a wave from the sea. The wave crashes over you and you go under unaware of the surface above you. You forget about everything while your with her. And eventually you feel beautiful too.

This is my social face," he said lightly. "Don't confuse it with the animal beneath.

When one peels back an onion, all they have done is reveal a smaller onion.

We think we know our friends, our lovers, but really all we know is pieces of them

The heart was a mansion with infinite rooms inside. -The Widowed Bride by Elizabeth Lane

Grief is the proof of our love, a demonstration of how deeply we have allowed another to touch us.

So it makes sense for the tips of icebergs to fall in love, without knowing anything about the bottom parts?

When you love, it will hurt. You have to choose to forgive, again and again. But it's worth it. That's the crux of human relationships, Dobbs. The sweetest thing. Loving deeply. And forgiving.