Quotes About Depth

Plot as such is not a major ingredient in my novels... it's often better to sail on the unconscious sea.

Imagination is an old soul.

Your friends    will know you better in the first minute you meet    than       your acquaintances          will know you in             a thousand                years.

Elizabeth's voice had a door in it. When you opened that door you found another door, and that door opened yet another door. All the doors were nice and led out of her.

good book, he had concluded, leaves you wanting to reread the book. A great book compels you to reread your own soul.

an infinite remoteness underlies us all.

With all the intensity of feeling which exalted me, all the intense communion I held with the earth, the sun and sky, the stars hidden by the light, with the ocean—in no manner can the thrilling depth of these feelings be written—with these I prayed, as if they were the keys of an instrument, of an organ, with which I swelled forth the note of my soul, redoubling my own voice by their power.

Votre culture est trop superficielle pour comprendre la vie terrienne, et votre expérience est limitée. Aimer la même personne durant deux cent cinquante ans… À la fin, si vous y réussissez, si vous déjouez les pièges de l'ennui et de la complaisance, l'amour disparaît… remplacé par un sentiment proche de la vénération.

Think of me as deep music. You can always hear me if you try.

Pages must be done longhand. The computer is fast—too fast for our purposes. Writing by computer gets you speed but not depth. Writing by computer is like driving a car at 85 mph. Everything is a blur. "Oh, my God, was that my exit?" Writing by hand is like going 35 mph. "Oh, look, here comes my exit. And look, it has a Sonoco station and a convenience store.

When you read a great book, you don't escape from life, you plunge deeper into it.

God knows you can have complication and difficulty without any compensating depth or seriousness

Life always refused simplicity.

But it's still the eyes we look at, isn't it? That's where we found the other person

How submerged does a reference have to be before it drowns?

Well, they each seem to do one thing well enough, but fail to realize that literature depends on doing several things well at the same time.

And remember, whenever you see a character in a novel, let alone a biography or history book, reduced and neatened into three adjectives, always distrust that description.

This is true, and defines the lostness of the grief struck. You constantly report things, so that the loved one 'knows'. You may be aware that you are fooling yourself (though, if aware, are at the same time not fooling yourself), yet you continue. And everything you do, or might achieve thereafter, is thinner, weaker, matters less. There is no echo coming back; no texture, no resonance, no depth of field.

To know someone, to be known. That matters more than he'd ever thought it would.

vapidity was an excellent disguise for many qualities.

His voice surprised her: a baritone with the depth of a bell and deliciously frayed at the edges, it was like stumbling into a patch of sunlight on a relentlessly gray day.

But she bravely kept her eyes open; she was both lost and found in the soft, burning depths of his eyes.

Compared to the you in my heart, the I in you is insignificant.

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