Quotes About Depth

A common-place book is a technology of resistance against getting lost on the urgent surface of life.

For some girls it's sexy when a guy bench-presses or throws a football, but he's slaying me with the book references.

It's true, isn't it, that each of us has two hearts? The secret heart, curled behind like a fist, living gnarled and shrunken beneath the plain, open one we use every day.

The simplest thing that can be said about any person, any relationship, is that it's not simple at all.

We often assume that when the surface offers so little the depth must be unfathomable.

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.

There are so many layers inside of people, so much soul pain and angsty depth and heart hurt, and some ... hide all this so well that when it comes out in an action as simple as a nod, your entire world shifts a little bit on its axis.

Without critical work, political awareness is likely to remain superficial and rhetorical.

Those who neglect theology may live a shallow, insipid form of Christianity that, in the end, neither affects life nor endures the test of time.

Life is both much simpler and more complicated than it appears to be.

A great ship asks deep water.

Would you reach the infinite? Then enter into finite things, working out all that they contain.

When I look into my heart, and take a view of my wickedness, it looks like an abyss infinitely deeper than hell.

You can't live on amusement. It is the froth on water -- an inch deep and then the mud.

The Kraken sleepeth: faintest sunlights flee About his shadowy sides; above him swell Huge sponges of millennial growth and height; And far away into the sickly light, From many a wondrous grot and secret cell Unnumbered and enormous polypi Winnow with giant arms the slumbering green. Alfred Lord Tennyson

In short, realism reveals. Where we thought nothing worthy of notice, it shows everything to be rife with significance.

When somebody says 'it's just a book' smile because they just don't understand.

Con dos ojos puedes verme la cara. Con tres podrías verme el corazón. Con dos puedes ver aquel roble. Con tres podrías ver la bellota de la que nació y el tocón seco en que se convertirá algún día. Con dos no ves más allá de tus paredes. Con tres podrías ver el mar del Verano, al sur, y el norte más allá del Muro

Sing to me in the language of leviathan, that I may know his name.

There are other things I newly wake with. A sadness that is different altogether from the cloudy sediment dread bears up. It is dark and solo. I can't see the bottom of it. And another thing I don't recognise, a kind of hunger to grab another person and press them as deep into knowing as I've gone.

Under the sea, the fish eat us. I know, I know, oh, oh, oh.

I don't know you. I can't know you. You don't even know yourself, see? And me, do you know me? No. Even less. You know what I tell you, and I tell you the truth, but maybe not all. And you read my feelings, my surface feelings—the pain of a stubbed toe, a quick flash of annoyance, the pleasure I get when you're in me. Does that mean you know me? What of my levels, and levels? What about the things I don't even know myself? Do you know them? How, Robb, how?

A félelem mélyebbre hatol, mint a penge.

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.