Quotes About Depth

What the soul can house, flesh cannot fathom. - The Reve of Fener - Imarak, First Destriant – MoI 657

The poet who glories in war is a spinner of lies. The poet who delights in visceral detail, for the ... purpose of feeding that lust for blood, has all the depth of a puddle of piss....

What the soul can house, flesh cannot fathom.

If you find someone who fills your heart, fills in all the cracks and stops all the leaking, to the Abyss with station

Out of your depth, Captain? Don't worry, every damn person here's out of their depth. Some know it, some don't. It's the ones who don't you got to worry about. Start with what's right in front of you and forget the rest for now. It'll show up in its own time.

How he knew no one could say. How he thought, no one could imagine. How deep and vast his love, no one could conceive.

With sufficient distance, even a range of mountains could look flat, the valleys between each peak unseen. In the same manner, lives and deaths, mortality's peaks and valleys, could be levelled.

There is a despair that goes deeper than existence; it runs to the marrow of consciousness, to the seat of the soul.

A story with a single ending seems to us a bare and diminished thing, like a tree with a single branch; and each ending seems to us an expression of something that is buried deep within the tale and can be brought to light in that way and no other.

Faced by the mountainous heap of the minutiae of knowledge and awed by the watchful severity of his colleagues, the modern historian too often takes refuge in learned articles or narrowly specialized dissertations, small fortresses that are easy to defend from attack.

Sponges grow in the ocean. That just kills me. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be if that didn't happen.

How much deeper would the ocean be if sponges didn't live there?

Its protagonists were lonely and Williams explores their past and present lives in the kind of tedious detail that could only appeal to retards who appreciate 'literary depth' and 'characterisation'.

My interest in her had always been out of the ordinary; something which transcended desire and gratification; a feeling I hoped was reciprocated.

Part of him was beautiful, a creative, sensitive soul. But there was another part, a part perhaps hinted at, which I had not yet truly seen.

For me, the coupling of flesh is not enough. It is but a parody.

She was aware of all he was; a mind, thinking, impenetratable. Light played on his skin, deepening the hollows of his throat.

You have my body, you have my heart, you even have my mind, but the spirit's another matter. We're on different levels there." "We don't have to be." "Enough, Tay," Khaster said. "You must leave it. Let's enjoy what time we have together here.

Othman came to fill the dark space in the doorway, his eyes lit by blue sparks that seemed to shine from somewhere deep within him, perhaps through centuries of time.

What if this led only to another, deeper level of the lightless lands?

Pharinet knew the love would not fade with time, but would become deeper and harder, like a shard lodged in her breast. If Valraven had a dour legacy hanging over him, then perhaps so had she.

The depth of their relationship was indicated by how Tayven pulled a sour face at him. They were like brothers.

I can be your ally, Khaster. You should look beneath the surface." Khaster laughed uneasily. "That's a perilous course in Magrast. Sometimes, you find more than you bargained for." "And that's not always a bad thing.

Her gaze was without heat, but held the power and might of the ocean itself.