Quotes About Depth

What I saw that night was a world so rich and complex I was disorientated, a world complete unto itself, a world of smooth surfaces broken occasionally by a flash of eccentricity so deep that it numbed any attempt at interpretation.

She wanted to tell him she was sorry, but saying she was sorry did not seem entirely adequate, and in any case what she was sorry about seemed at once too deep and too evanescent for any words she knew, seemed so vastly more complicated than the immediate fact that it was perhaps better left unraveled.

No sabem res de nosaltres mateixos; estem plens per dins de coses que ni sospitem. És per a nosaltres mateixos que som més incomprensibles.

Length is weight in fiction, pretty much.

She always had that look about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

There was no twinkle in his eyes. Maybe I just love some of you. Maybe not enough. Tiger Lily blinked at him, and she didn't understand how anyone could only love a part. Her greedy heart didn't work that way.

I know you love me. The question is, how much?

Love was that way. You could not render it in black or white. It always came down to the strange, blended shades of grey.

This was the reason there was music, he realized. There were some feelings that didn't have words big enough to describe them.

The thinnest slice would be teeming with memories of a love so strong it turned you inside out and left you gasping, and would be an identical match to a slice stored in the heart of a soul mate.

From that point of view, I realized that my hole was not miles deep after all. My father, in fact, could stand on the bottom and it only reached up to his chest. Darkness, you know, is relative.

Identification is not the same as knowing someone through and through.

I would tell them that when you look at a person, you never know what the're hiding.

Other things that leave you breathless: love so big that it tumbles you like a wave.

Asking me to describe my son is like asking me to hold the ocean in a paper cup

And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. —KAHLIL GIBRAN The Prophet

Works from the soul transcend works from the mind.

Writing is like painting a painting. Layer over layer over layer.

A specialist is a person who knows very much about very little and continues to learn more and more about less and less until eventually he knows practically everything about almost nothing at all.

It is not hard work that is dreary it is superficial work

My love for her runs deep no one could ever compare or replace it...

Only in the agony of parting do we look into the depths of love.

While everybody else shakes my hand, you hold it.

Acting is not about being famous, it's about exploring the human soul.