Quotes About Depth

I want to see the contours of your second beating heart.

big emotions do not come from big words.

About John Updike's Rabbit Run] The author fails to convince us that his puppets are interesting in themselves, or that their plight has implications that transcend their narrow world.

Fully understanding spoils the story — the best are always translucent.

I know everyone's voice from everyone else's in a way that's almost impossible to describe. There's a weird clarity to it — like each voice is a ribbon, stretched out, glittering, unique in its color, depth, variety. I hear them like hearing is seeing. Trey has a purple voice, low and dark and deep...

I swim down through liquid green heavens, down through the poem of the sea.

His quick brain, wise in the ways of women, endeavoured to riddle her attitude and just failed. Was she very deep, or very simple?... her fascination almost thrilled him.

...not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.

The most important things are the hardest to say, because words diminish them.

The reverse side also has a reverse side.

You and I are a deep well of love in the desert of life.

Scorpios may seem light, happy, and cheerful but are secretly carrying some of the darkest emotions you can imagine.

Scorpios are the most misunderstood sign of the entire zodiac.

Scorpios are constantly searching for answers...

Being a watery sign Scorpios are always at war within themselves...

...Scorpio. Beneath this cool exterior is a powder keg of passion.

Even in repose, Scorpio's expression remains intense. When looking directly at a person, a Scorpio makes his subject feel penetrated.

The penetrating gaze of a Scorpio is unlikely to miss any detail.

Being a Scorpio is an intense earthly experience.

You can't do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about its width and depth.

If you looked down to the bottom of my soul, you would understand fully the source of my longing and – pity me. Even the open, transparent lake has its unknown depths, which no divers know.

Go deeper, go deeper. Don't land anywhere.

Man is a paradise of secrets.

Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of completion; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with Autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the substance of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon?