Quotes About Depth

But he thinks, no, none of us can stand anything. Scrape our skin, and beneath it there is an infant, howling.

People are like cities: We all have alleys and gardens and secret rooftops and places where daisies sprout between the sidewalk cracks, but most of the time all we let each other see is is a postcard glimpse of a skyline or a polished square. Love lets you find those hidden places in another person, even the ones they didn't know were there, even the ones they wouldn't have thought to call beautiful themselves.

It's how you look at beauty. Is it only an outward appearance with hair and makeup and a hot body, or is it something deeper than that?

I like all the things that make you monstrous.

It was a voice so full of emotion that it sounded like no emotion at all.

cutting deeper than she had thought words could.

is the soul.

There was something in the set of his jaw that made her think of how she'd described him to Adeline, as a lake that was still on the surface, with a whole drowned town inside.

It doesn't make me like him any better, but for the first time he seems real. Not good, but real.

El paisaje es un lienzo extendido en la distancia sobre el que la mirada piensa, donde la memoria ancestral se narra y la eternidad del momento se plasma en la nada superficial y profunda que está sucediendo en los tres tiempos del ser.

A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea.

Il ya toute une vie dans une heure d'amour.

Mais Paris est un véritable océan. Jetez-y la sonde, vous n'en connaîtrez jamais la profondeur. Parcourez-le, décrivez-le : quelque soin que vous mettiez à le parcourir, à le décrire ; quelques nombreux et intéressés que soient les explorateurs de cette mer, il s'y rencontrera toujours un lieu vierge, un antre inconnu, des fleurs, des perles, des monstres, quelque chose d'inouï, oublié par les plongeurs littéraires.

Kar??l?k görmemi? duygular baz? ruhlarda kin haline gelir, bende ise öyle olmad?; yo?unla?t? bu duygular içimde, bir yer etti kendine, sonra da oradan hayat?ma f??k?rd?.

Ah! love is a mystery; it can only live hidden in the depths of the heart. You say, even to your friend, 'Behold her whom I love,' and there is an end of love.

Truth is less complete in its utterance; it does not put everything on the outside; it allows us to see what is within.

If you are to judge a man, you must know his secret thoughts, sorrows, and feelings; to know merely the outward events of a man's life would only serve to make a chronological table — a fool's notion of history.

Every day, before our eyes, a moral phenomenon of amazing profundity takes place which is, nevertheless, so simple as never to be noticed.

Then he kissed her so deeply and so completely that she felt like she was falling, floating, spiraling down, down, down, like Alice in Wonderland.

It wasn't logical, but the better you knew someone, the more blurry they became. The accumulation of facts made them disappear.

But love after you've hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you've seen the worst and the best – that sort of a love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.

how could you watch someone floss one minute, and the next minute share your deepest passion or most ridiculous, trite little fears?

When the fields of human knowledge are so various and so vast as is the case in our day, the utmost that can be done by single minds not of encyclopedic range, is to master one subject or branch of subject as thoroughly as possible, and to rest content with knowing that others are working in regions where neither time nor strength will permit us to enter.

Pockets too deep, shawty you gon have to climb out.