Quotes About Depth

complexity doesn't exist for its own sake, or to prove a theoretical point, but because it provides the right sound at the right time to express very human emotions.

As it unfolded, the structure of the story began to remind me of one of those Russian dolls that contain innumerable ever-smaller dolls within. Step by step the narrative split into a thousand stories, as if it had entered a gallery of mirrors, its identity fragmented into endless reflections.

Me abrumó la soledad que desprendía su persona y, a un tiempo, creí ver en su interior un abismo infinito al que no podía evitar asomarme.

We looked at each other in the half-light, searching for words that didn't exist.

Nunca había visto unos cuadros así. Son como... fotografías del alma. [...] Debía de conocer muy bien a tu madre para poder retrarla de ese modo. [...] - Mejor que nadie -respondió-. Se casó con ella.

Wir alle haben im Dachgeschoss der Seele ein Geheimnis unter Verschluss.

I don't trust people who say they have a lot of friends. It's a sure sign that they don't really know anyone.

Una de las trampas de la infancia es que no hace falta comprender algo para sentirlo. Para cuando la razón es capaz de entender lo sucedido, las heridas en el corazón ya son demasiado profundas. Aquella

could try to tell you the story, but it would be like describing a cathedral by saying it's a pile of stones ending in a spire.

Uma das armadilhas da infância é que não é preciso compreender para sentir.Na altura em que a razão é capaz de compreender o sucedido,as feridas no coração já são demasiado profundas.

Para cuando la razón entiende lo sucedido, las heridas en el corazón ya son demasiado profundas.

Uma das armadilhas da infância é que não é preciso se entender uma coisa para sentir. Quando a razão é capaz de entender o ocorrido, as feridas no coração já são profundas demais.

You never can tell From a Minnipin's hide What color he is Down deep inside.

Sonnet XLIII: How Do I Love Thee? ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING 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. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

You cannot come to know the depths of the purpose of your life, however, if you are not willing to release those parts of your life that are no longer necessary.

I don't hate hardly ever, and when I love, I love for miles and miles. A love so big it should either be outlawed or it should have a capital and its own currency.

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.

Silent people hold a magic and a knowledge that less contained people lack; that their not saying something means that more important thoughts are going on inside their head. Perhaps their seeming simplicity belies a hidden mosaic of fanciful thoughts.

There is a space that people hold for you, within themselves. Every person has a space for every person they met - sometimes the capacity is deep, sometimes it is shallow.

He's a simple man only I don't really believe that. Nobody who says as little as he does, is as simple as you'd think. It takes a lot to not say a lot, because when you're not talking, you're thinking and he thinks a lot.

You can't know everything by looking at me. You can never know by looking at someone.

Sometimes I wonder if love is enough, or if there are levels of love. And sometimes I wonder if he can see me, even when he's looking right at me.

He's a simple man only I don't really believe that. Nobody who says as little as he does, is as simple as you'd think. It takes a lot to not say a lot, because when you're not talking, you're thinking, and he thinks a lot.

ali oduvijek sam se nadala da su šutljivi ljudi upu?eni u magiju i znanja koja nedostaju manje suzdržanim ljudima, da to što negovore zna?i da im se glavom motaju važnije misli. Možda njihova prividna jednostavnost krije tajni mozaik zamršenih misli