Quotes About Depth

The Scripture is inexhaustible—you can never get to the bottom of its depth. And that's what you would expect from the Word of God.

A good story should make you laugh, and a moment later break your heart.

Everybody looks a little crazy if you're looking close enough and if you can't look that close, then you don't really love them.

Because I can't hit bottom, I can't be saved.

How could you ever bring yourself to love so deeply if you truly knew how brief a lifetime could be?

A blush only reminds me how blood is just under the surface of everything.

Through people locked together crotch to crotch, face to face, crotch to face, crotch to ass, and ass to face, I dig a pit.

How could you ever bring yourself to love so deeply if you truly knew how brief a lifetime can be?

the greatest proof of love's power is that it couldn't be reduced to words.

No puedo salvarme porque no toco fondo.

She gets on her tippy-toes and kisses him. Long, slow, deep. The kind of kiss where you can feel little pieces of your soul trading places as mouths open and breath mingles.

Story should be a descent -- the feeling that there is an intense gravity to the narrative that draws you down, down, down.

Stories drag you through the mud of multiple emotions and through the thorn-tangle of thinky thoughts.

Nothing in life was ever clearly drawn, obviously just, or totally emotionally satisfying, but the moment-to-moment stuff of reality featured infinitely more complication, sleaze, struggle, true beauty, unfairness, profundity, passion, and depth of consciousness than she, in her frantic struggle to be somebody other than her unspectacular self, had been previously aware of. page 302

With someone you've always known and have loved without thinking, there's the strangeness of knowing everything and nothing about them at the same time.

Oh, yes, Sir," she breathed, and with that one word—Sir—the mood shifted from friends or even lovers to something deeper, something better. Slipping

Even though this world is narrow, it is wide... to those who understand. This world isn't the only one.

It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.

How much has to be explored and discarded before reaching the naked flesh of feeling.

Sometimes this genius goes dark and drowns in the bitter wells of his heart.

She was a sea: and I had to swim in her.

Always, worlds within worlds.

She was liquid; a boundless sea in a single body, a deluge in a small room, and I will gladly drown in her, if she grants me the chance.

Its waters yawn with the same fathomless intensity as Rakshas Tal, but the peacock blue has deepened to a well of pure cobalt, edged by snow mountains that overlook it from one horizon to another.