Quotes About Depth

The Earth is deep

Her barrel of misery has depth enough to hold a thousand bushels of happiness.

the fact that you have belonged to the human race more deeply and fully than most people could even imagine, find a way to believe that, and don't hide from life in the unfathomable, lightless depths of relativistic space.

Quara's need was and is so great that a person like me could be swallowed up in it a dozen times over. I had problems of my own then. Don't condemn me because I wrote her off. Her barrel of misery has depth enough to hold a thousand bushels of happiness.

Only the shallow know themselves

It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible....

All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.

The simplicity of your character makes you exquisitely incomprehensible to me.

Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow.

The supreme vice is shallowness.

Behind the perfection of a man's style, must lie the passion of a man's soul.

Those who go beneath the surface, do so at their peril.

I have come to think of our lives as the colors of that place- hers a piece of bog cotton, mine as black as the water found when men slash too deep in the soil with a shovel.

I don't know the words for how she looked at me -- there are few words -- it was a welling up, a rising, a lifting up on the surface from the water; it was the sort of thing that could not be told.

Every person who is really an artist desires to create inside of himself another, deeper, more interesting life than the one that actually surrounds him.

Dar adev?rul nu st? într-un singur fapt. AÈ™a cum un om nu are doar cutare vârst?, atâtea kilograme, cutare în?lÈ›ime È™i culoare a ochilor È™i a p?rului. Un om este toate acestea, plus înc? ceva. Iar acest ceva e mai important decât toate acestea. Tot astfel, adev?rul e un num?r de fapte, plus înc? ceva. Întotdeauna. Faptele singure nu sunt niciodat? întreg adev?rul.

I know your kind, he said. What's wrong with you is wrong all the way through you.

And you will never know the depth of your heart until you are presented with the opportunity for revenge. Only then will you know what you are capable of.

Glass flowers exploding. Slow trail of colors down the sky like stains dispersing in the sea, candescent polyps extinguished in the depths.

What's in a shadow? Do they move along at the speed of the light that casts them? How deep do they get?

There's data in the world available only to those who have reached a certain level of wretchedness. You dont know what's down there if you havent been down there.

There seems to be a ceiling to well-being. My guess is that you can only be so happy. While there seems to be no floor to sorrow. Each deeper misery being a state heretofore unimagined. Each suggestive of worse to come.

Ya?ad?klar? derin sularda her ?ey insandan daha ya?l?yd? ve esrarl? ?eyler m?r?ldan?rlard?.

I know your kind, he said. What's wrong with you is wrong all the way through you.