Quotes About Depth

Not when truth is dirty, but when it is shallow, does the enlightened man dislike to wade into its waters.

Love can take one over the clouds, out to space And also to the depths of the Earth where you get trapped and coming back feels like a forgotten dream..

The supernatural world was like an onion. You peel back the layers, only to find more layers, on and on, hopelessly trying to reach the mysterious core. Then you start crying.

I Prefer Reading Eyes As Eyes Are Very Powerful. It Can Reveal The Ins And Outs of A Man....

Being a highly sensetive person is followed by a lot of infinity pain and grief.

Beauty may be only skin deep but the judgments founded on it ten to go a lot deeper, whether we wished they would or not.

A good lover is a person who knows how to love deeply but never expects any in return.

As a rule I am very careful to be shallow and conventional where depth and originality are wasted.

When no one you know tells the truth, you learn to see under the surface.

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow.What are brief? today and tomorrow.What are frail? spring blossoms and youth.What are deep? the ocean and truth.

Truth, like love and sleep, resents approaches that are too intense.

Depth is not something the writer puts into a book; it's something the reader takes out of it.

it was the insoluble problems—the false leads and the cold cases—that reflected the true nature of things.

It was not what he expected from a foulmouthed flower of bohemia, but he had a feeling there was both more and less to her than that.

there is an equal and opposite reaction. When you look into the abyss the abyss looks into you. You know, all the clichés. They're clichés because they're true. You don't go into the darkness without it going into you and taking its piece. Bosch

Breadth and depth. What the editors want.

There is no end of things in the heart.

I must be able to tell more than what happened. I must tell why. It's breadth and depth again—the ol' B and D—and I am used to that.

That was just the way it had to be. There is no end of things in the heart.

Her face seemed to him to have a slight sadness cast in it, as if a mystery carried inside had worked its way outside.

When you take hope away it leaves a void. Some people fill that up with anger and with violence. To simply blame it on the media is wrong. It's much deeper than that.

She will remain sane and she will live as she was meant to live, richly and deeply, among others of her kind, in full possession and command of her gifts.

People are more than you think they are. And they're less, as well. The trick lies in negotiating your way between the two.

Love is deep, a mystery - who wants to understand its every particular?