Quotes About Depth

Depth is a big goal for all believers, because life as we know it makes no sense without it. Without it we're all lost souls, left to wander as we wonder if that's all there is. While with insight we find out very best self, with depth we find our very best God. Eventually wisdom comes, embraces us, and shows us both are really one and the same.

We're not shallow people. Rather, we've just gotten used to relating on levels that avoid soul issues.

My grandpa calls that the boom. He says it's different from love or lust; it's deeper. it's a feeling that hits you hard when you have a real connection with someone.

You don't want to hurt me, But see how deep the bullet lies.

You don't wanna hurt me, but you see how deep the bullet lies

I think I would like to be a word - not a big important word, like "love" or "truth," just a small ordinary word, like "orange" or "inkstain" or "so," a word that people use so often and so unthinkingly that its specialness has all been worn away like the roughness on a pebble in a creekbed, but that has a solid heft when you pick it up, and if you hold it to the light at just the right angle you can glimpse the spark at its core.

You appear infinitely generous, but you are a woman of infinite passion, in hate as well as love.

Fynn, you can love better than any people that ever was, and so can I, can't I? But Mister God is different. You see, Fynn, people can only love outside and can only kiss outside, but Mister God can love you right inside, and Mister God can kiss you right inside, so it's different. Mister God ain't like us; we are a little bit like Mister God, but not much yet.

La eternidad profunda sonreía en tus ojos...Oh antorchas del mundo, en el cielo encendeos.

You will never known the extent to which my soul is yours.

my heart has more rooms in it than a whore house

The night itself is riddled with her, wide with her, and alive with her. It seems that it has no word or other traveler, no other secret sign.

The night itself is riddled with her, wide with her, and alive with her.

I had thought the way I felt about Will was just a room, but it had turned out to be a mansion. He had turned out to be a mansion.

In a world of planar surfaces, someone became 3D

There were smart people, yes. There were people with whom you might have a decent conversation for twenty minutes. But to find someone who you wanted to talk to for 609 hours—that was rare. Even Marx—Marx was devoted, creative, and bright, but he was not Sadie.

No one else seems as real as he does.

There were so many kinds of love. And some of them were forever like the kind I had for Natty and for Leo. And other kinds? Well, you'd be a fool if you tried to guess how long they'd last. But even the ones that weren't necessarily everlasting were not without meaning" -Anya

We need imperfection in our relationships, else we would die from the thickness of intimacy.

This was a hard-won but brilliant education: I had realized, as life is always willing to instruct, that the world as we see it is only the published version. The subterranean realms, whether churches or hospital rooms or smoke-filled basements, are part of what holds up the rest. The realized life versus the external picture of it: the assumption and projections that we all make about other people's lives.

When I wept and told him I was afraid I was too intense, too much, he interrupted my tears and said, "If someone came down from above and told me I could keep only one thing about you, it would be your too-muchness.

In books and in life, you need to read several pages before someone's true character is revealed.

That's the way it is with poetry: When it is incomprehensible it seems profound, and when you understand it, it is only ridiculous.

The things which are most important don't always scream the loudest." —Bob Hawke