Quotes About Depth

I am not one and simple, but complex and many.

It is no use trying to sum people up.

Our apparitions, the things you know us by, are simply childish. Beneath it is all dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep; but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by.

For nothing was simply one thing.

We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.

I like people to be unhappy because I like them to have souls.

I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.

We are not as simple as our friends would have us to meet their ends.

Now to sum it up,' said Bernard. 'Now to explain to you the meaning of my life. Since we do not know each other (though I met you once I think, on board a ship going to Africa), we can talk freely. The illusion is upon me that something adheres for a moment, has roundness, weight, depth, is completed. This, for the moment, seems to be my life. If it were possible, I would hand it you entire. I would break it off as one breaks off a bunch of grapes. I would say, Take it. This is my life.

It is as if Emily Brontë could tear up all that we know human beings by, and fill these unrecognizable transparencies with such a gust of life that they transcend reality.

But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.

and then he could not see her come into a room without a sense of the flowing of robes, of the flowering of blossoms, of the purple waves of the sea, of all things that are lovely and mutable on the surface but still and passionate in their heart.

I always had the deepest affection for people who carried sublime tears in their silences.

Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it ...

I dig out beautiful caves behind my characters; I think that gives exactly what I want; humanity, humor, depth. The idea is that the caves shall connect, & each comes to daylight at the present moment.

Absorbing, mysterious, of infinite richness, this life.

We scarcely want to analyse what we feel to be so large and deeply human.

When life sank down for a moment, the range of experience seemed limitless.

For I am more selves than Neville thinks. We are not as simple as our friends would have us to meet our needs. Yet love is simple.

But it is always a question whether I wish to avoid these glooms. These weeks give one a plunge into deep waters. One goes down into the well & nothing protects one from the assault of truth.

The common fund of experience is very deep.

What art was there, known to love or cunning, by which one pressed through into those secret chambers?

He would look over the edge of the sofa down into the sea.

Above all, you must illumine your own soul with its profundities and its shallows, and its vanities and its generosities, and say what your beauty means to you or your plainness...