Quotes About Depth

After the first roll of her eyes the Object resettled her gaze on mine, and then what she was feeling showed only there, in the green depths her eyes revealed. Otherwise she was motionless. Only my hand moved, and my feet on the rail, pushing the swing. This went on for three minutes, or five, or fifteen. I have no idea. Time disappeared. Somehow we were still not quite conscious of what we were doing. Sensation dissolved straight into forgetting.

Still waters run deep, I'd thought. Later, I learned that silence did not necessarily guarantee depth.

Bodies are real entities. Surfaces and lines are but fictitious entities. A surface without depth, a line without thickness, was never seen by any man; no; nor can any conception be seriously formed of its existence.

Love is big. Love makes room for conflicting feelings.

But its coolness lies beneath its looks.

Emptiness in such a person is not nothing, is not small. It is enormous.

There were innumerable selves that he evoked in her.

Whole worlds exist beneath the surface. And maybe you can't see down there, Michael thought, but there's a part of you that knows.

My dreams tend to be either so obscure as to seem random, or so obviously connected to my subconscious that it's embarrassing- as if even my hidden depths lack depth.

meeting strangers, learning about what's beyond first glance. Discovering everyone has a hidden story, a reason for their behavior.

I want to know what it feels like to fall so deeply in love that I can never come out of it … I want to be so engulfed and so intrinsically tied to another person … I want that with you.

He longed for sleep, but it would not immerse him; that night the waters he sought for his repose were deep enough to wade in, but not to swim.

Le parole sconosciute rappresentano un abisso vertiginoso, fecondo. Un abisso che contiene tutto ciò che mi sfugge, tutto il possibile.

Cammino sulla superficie, la parte accesibile. Ma so, da scrittrice, che una lingua esiste nelle ossa, nel midollo. Che la vera vita della lingua, la sostanza è lì.

We were stating facts and at the same time arguing, an argument whose depths only he and I could fully comprehend.

A true work of art can stand many seeings, revealing anew at each seeing.

Walter is incredibly complex. I do a lot of thinking about the work I do, and try to get the rhythms of scenes.

My work is to know the characters intimately and to tell their story.

Language is present in a piece of work like the sea in a single drop.

Perhaps he was a fool, but he thought that if a work were truly great you would only have to read it once and you would be stolen from yourself, desperately moved, changed forever.

What I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality.

Ideas' can be only in the distant background of a work of art, something like a very low horizon. In the middle distance and foreground... there shouldn't be any 'ideas' visible.

I'm sticking my tongue out in scenes to try to make that work in 3D. I'm thinking I'll try to get my tongue all the way out to the second row of the audience.

I felt like I had reached the end of a period of life, where the work was jumping about and pushing something new every time. I wanted to dial it back and create a language that was stable and deep.