Quotes About Depth

Every man gets a narrower and narrower field of knowledge in which he must be an expert in order to compete with other people. The specialist knows more and more about less and less and finally knows everything about nothing.

Love has its speed. It is a spiritual speed. It is a different kind of speed from the technological speed to which we are accustomed. It goes on in the depth of our life, whether we notice or not, at three miles an hour. It is the speed we walk and therefore the speed the love of God walks.

I didn't realize it until now, but I don't really know anything about them, or what kind of people they are, really. You can't see inside a person's heart.

Sometimes one wise voice that has been in the world for a while and evolved, lived the same human drama from a few different angles, can provide more nuance than any two-sided debate.

Love isn't always the thing that fills up the room, or your heart. Sometimes, it's what sneaks into the in-between spaces.

I didn't know how...deep love ran, how it was in your blood, not your heart, and how that same blood pumped through your veins your whole life.

To the superficial observer, it will appear like madness.

that is, towards the unconscious, the only available source of religious experience.

No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.

We can judge our progress by the courage of our questions and the depth of our answers, our willingness to embrace what is true rather than what feels good.

In that instant of eye contact, in the mesmerizing depths of that sweet emotion, she felt bound to him in a way she'd never felt connected to another man. It was as if in that moment their hearts and minds, their very souls, were one.

think of how many millions of details our eyes see every moment that do not stay in our memory-but one which contains worlds. Boundless worlds. They are those worlds that the young Marcel rediscovers, bewildered, every morning, in the first pages of Remembrances of Things Past, in the vertigo of the moment when consciousness emerges like a bubble from unfathomable depths.

What we call "time" is a complex collection of structures,2 of layers. Under increasing scrutiny, in ever greater depth, time has lost layers one after another, piece by piece. The first part of this book gives an account of this crumbling of time.

Nobody else gets all of me. Only you.

Besides, as Mark Twain once said, "Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.

Algunas cosas pueden parecer nada y lo son todo. Hay que saber ver, aprender a apreciar lo menudo y a despreciar lo que sólo hace bulto. Nada que parece grande ni que reluce en exceso tiene gran validez.. Lo bueno es aquello que sin grandes destellos lo llena todo

Quién puede entender los mil hilos que unen las almas de los hombres y el alcance de sus palabras?

I want to kiss the bottom of the ocean before I burst through its surface into the sunlight. Otherwise I'll always be wondering about what was left unseen at the bottom.

The deep doesn't bother swallowing just anybody. The sea takes the extraordinary and leaves the rest be

Houses are real, deep, emotional things.

I love you because onions are more complicated than cherries. I'm doomed. I

You're an onion and Karen's a Maraschino cherry and I love you because onions are more complicated than cherries. I'm doomed.

Real love is quiet. A whisper between two people.

Benjamin J. Ashby the third. Oh there's three of them.