Quotes About Depth

Happy people know suffering more than anyone else, and that's how they can see just how damn beautiful their lives are. It's because they've seen the depths.

In the writer's mind, even a backstory has a backstory.

I always miss the depth, It becomes old when I see . To see beyond that is like a dream. Memory Loss .

if you want to match your beat with the universe look at the deepest level of present.

The entire world above you, around you, beneath you, and beside you, is insignificant in comparison to the world within you.

Secrets are a part of life. Their mysteries make our world beautiful. Their depths inspire our hearts, intrigue our minds, and embrace our very souls.

They know your face, but not your mind.They understand your words, but not your heart.They hear your name, but not your soul.They grasp your past, but not your future.

Abstract conversations are my favourite, for they unviel true convictions.

Some questions are more complicated than their answers could be.

We can admire what we see, but we can only love what we truly know.

Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.

Whats better than followers, is actually falling in love

I am a hard person to love but when I love, I love really hard.

Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness.

Love may be or it may not, but where it is, it ought to reveal itself in its immensity.

Real love will take you far beyond yourself;and therefore real love will devastate you.

Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier and simpler.

I don't think you can really define love

You can't control the length of your life. You can control the depth

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

It is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter's eye, finding the essence that renders all else background.

It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I admit that for me love goes deeper than the struggle, or maybe what I mean is, love is the deeper struggle.