Quotes About Depth

Most men have no idea of the lengths to which a woman will go for love of the depths of our despair when we feel it cut off.

L'amour est une blessure intérieure qui n'apparaît pas au-dehors.

I can't love you as much as I love you. I can't feel as happy as I am....Were you as sad as you were sad? As lonely as you were lonely? I wasn't. Me neither. I would have died of it.

She wept easily. This did not mean that she felt things more deeply than others did. It certainly did not mean that she was fragile or sentimental or ready to bring that sodden leverage to bear on the slights that came with being the baby of the family.

We are moved to respond to the fact of human brilliance, human depth in all its variety because it is the most wonderful thing in the world, very probably the most wonderful thing in the universe.

Es verdad que es imposible conocer a fondo a las personas, todas son insondables.

Kalau sesuatu bermakna begitu besar buatmu, kau menyelubunginya dengan misteri, tercetus padaku untuk berkata.

ojos profundos y de luz vivísima y se movía en el agua como un pez.

the deepest secrets about ourselves that we, in the ultimate act of humanity, will spare those we truly love.

I was aware too how strange adults were, how theirs lives were vaster than they wanted anyone to realize, that they actually stretched on and on like deserts, dry and desolate, with an unpredictable, shifting sea of dunes.

There was something about her playing... a knowledge of darkness in the most extreme form.

Have you seen the world lately, McGrath? The cruelty, the lack of connection? If you're an artist, I'm sure you can't help but wonder what it's all for. We're living longer, we social network alone with our screens , and our depth of feeling gets shallower. Soon it'll be nothing but a tide pool, then a thimble of water, then a micro drop .

That was just how Jim was. He saturated. He overflowed. He drowned.

Astrid taught me some of the words. I've never forgotten them. One was 'terulya.' It meant deep-diving love, a love that excavates you. It's something you have to have before you die in order to have lived.

They were always reminding themselves to stop measuring life in coffee spoons, mornings and afternoons, to keep swimming way, way down to the bottom of the ocean to find where the mermaids sang.

Is she sad? she asked. No, honey. She's lived-in.

what it's all for. We're living longer, we social network alone with our screens, and our depth of feeling gets shallower. Soon it'll be nothing but a tide pool, then a thimble of water, then a micro drop. They say in the next twenty years we're going to merge with computer chips to cure aging and become immortal. Who wants an eternity of being a machine?

Many of the things overheard were redolent of deeper knowledge.

A cold heart that does not love suggests one of two things. Either it has never been forgiven, or it does not appreciate the depth of its forgiveness. In fact, much of our growth in Christ is simply growth in our understanding of what Christ has done for us.

What did you think, that joy / was some slight thing?

It's freeing, to think that there's always an aspect of us outside the grasp of speech, the common stuff of language.

And something else, of course; there's always more, deep in art's pockets, far down in the chiaroscuro on which these foodstuffs rest: everything here has been transformed into feeling, as if by looking very hard at an object it suddenly comes that much closer to some realm where it isn't a thing at all but something just on the edge of dissolving. Into what? Tears, gladness—you've felt like this before, haven't you? Taken far inside.

And I think that there are so many things just in one house that it would take years to think about all of them properly.

She can feel it all, centuries of habitation, paint over paint over plaster over stone.