Quotes About Depth

People who love only once in their lives are shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom, or their lack of imagination

Long since, the standard way of understanding surface has been as an abstract and undifferentiated plane that functions above all to veil or delimit a depth. From the face that mirrors the soul, to the magic writing tablet that reveals subconscious drives, the surface, any surface, all surfaces, have been considered worthy of attention insofar as they are the top layer, the outermost skin, the merely visible envelope of more particularized and specific under or inner depths.

The heart can see things invisible to the eye.

I will sit in the pupil of your eyes and that will carry your sight into the heart of the things

Ce lui qui nage au milieu des flots ne se rend pas compte de l'immensité de la mer

There's less in this than meets the eye.

There's less here than meets the eye.

Kabbalah thus enables us to see the depth dimension in all aspects of life, from family relations to politics and technology.

To understand a woman, a man had to peel away layer after layer of words, much as one must peel away an onion to get at the desired part.

I think that it's a space that there are a lot of projections onto—the soon-to-be sexualized and already-sexualized young woman. There are so many outside perceptions grafted onto her, that she feels all at once completely blank and completely full. I noticed that a lot in your book, as well, this repetition of a shallowness. But there is also depth in the constant repetition of this shallowness.

There's more to life than you can see. Your sight is limited.

I used to think I sewed us together at the edges with my own hands, pulled the stitches tight and I could unpick them any time I wanted. Now I think it always ran deeper than that and farther, underground; out of sight and way beyond my control.

Equality is paper-deep, peel it away with a fingernail.

My ribs opened up like windows, I'd forgotten you could breathe that deeply.

and I wanted this girl who was like no girl I had ever known, wanted her not in spite of her moods and her secret bruises and her sad attempts at artifice but because of them, because of them all.

Like a great tree, mindful prayer sinks its roots into the dark depths in order to reach up fully to the light.

I'm too intense. I feel too much. And when I experience certain sensations, I act. Even if the situation is one I should probably walk away from. But you know what?" She was feeling a little better. "I'm never going to walk away, not from any of it. I can't. I am what I am. I'm intense, just as my fiance said. I feel everything around me, and I'm glad about that. I can't imagine life without the depth, without the magic that accompanies the pain.

Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves, but it's there if you look deep.

Prva ljubav možda i nije najbolja, ali je obi?no najdublja." "I najdublja i najbolja. Mora biti najbolja.

Se redressant, elle se sentit possédée par quelque chose d'insolite. De tréfonds d'elle-même,comme d'une source profonde,elle poussa un cri, un unique cri, le seul qui put jaillir.

my soul's far better part…

Behind the corpse in the reservoir, behind the ghost on the links, Behind the lady who dances and the man who madly drinks, Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh There is always another story, there is more than meets the eye. For the clear voice suddenly singing, high up in the convent wall,

Um Schriftsteller zu sein, musst du leiden, das weißt du. Du brauchst diese verborgene Wunde in dir. Du musst bluten.

This is the face of a man who loved too hard