Quotes About Depth

She could only hope they could read the depth of sorrow in her face, to recognize that it was true, and not fleeting.

Make no mistake, the woman had a heart. She had a bigger one than people would think. There was a lot in it, stored up, high in miles of hidden shelving.

Und seid versichert, diese Frau hatte tatsächlich ein Herz, und zwar ein größeres, als die meisten Leute vermutet hätten. Da war eine Menge drin, aufgestapelt, meterhoch auf verborgenen Regalen.

how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words and stories so damning and brilliant.

Ljudi su ponekad prelijepi. Ne zbog izgleda. Ne zbog onoga Å¡to govore. Nego zbog onoga Å¡to jesu.

Lua kisses her. Just softly on the lips. And she kisses back. Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are.

That's the sort of thing i'll never know, or comprehend- what humans are capable of

Os seres humanos me assombram.

My theory is - we don't really go that far into other people, even when we think we do. We hardly ever go in and bring them out. We just stand at the jaws of the cave, and strike a match, and quickly as if anybody's there.

My theory is - we don't really go that far into other people, even when we think we do. We hardly ever go in and bring them out. We just stand at the jaws of the cave, and strike a match, and quickly ask if anybody's there.

My theory is - we don't really go that far into people, even when we think we do. We hardly ever go in and bring them out. We just stand at the jaws of the cave, and strike a match, and quickly ask if anybody's there.

cuanto más profunda está la veta de carbón, más inflamable es éste. Sin embargo, cuanto más pforundo, cuanto más duro es el carbón, más necesario se torna el uso de explosivos.

There is an almost universal quest for easy answers and half-baked solutions. Nothing pains some people more than having to think.

For too long the depth of racism in American life has been underestimated. The surgery to extract it is necessarily complex and detailed.

Nearly two thousand years ago a sage named Ben Bag-Bag insisted that students must go deeper, turning the biblical text over and over again: "Turn it over and over because everything is in it and reflect upon it and wax grey and old over it and do not leave it, for you have no better lot than that" (Abot 5:22).

Black is the absence of all color. White is the presence of all colors. I suppose life must be one or the other. On the whole, though, I think I would prefer color to its absence. But then black does add depth and texture to color. Perhaps certain shades of gray are necessary to a complete palette. Even unrelieved black. Ah, a deep philosophical question. Is black necessary to life, even a happy life? Could we ever be happy if we did not at least occasionally experience misery?

How easy it is to dismiss the outer packaging without an inkling that one is thereby missing the precious beauty within.

I do not admire greatness that has no substance.

The real meaning of things lies deep down and the real meaning of things is always beautiful because it is simply love.

When I was nineteen, she said, I was in love with being in love, I think. And I was given no chance to discover how deep - or not deep - that love would have gone.

Except that love - that mysterious, vast, all-encompassing power - could not possibly be contained in a single word.

Ah, those eyes, he said. They can speak volumes, but sometimes even I cannot translate the language. And we never did invent enough signs for deeper thoughts and feelings.

En enkelt gang er De sunket dybt. Lad nu fremtiden vise, hvor højt De kan nå op.

out of their depths – which, by the way, is their normal state