Quotes About Depth

As Rilke observed, love requires a progressive shortening of the senses: I can see you for miles; I can hear you for blocks, I can smell you, maybe, for a few feet, but I can only touch on contact, taste as I devour

The cornfield seemed darker toward its center. Light entered at the rows' end, ran like liquid down the middles, getting shallower and shallower. There seemed at the convergence of the rows some mass of shadows light could not defray.

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

Truth lies deep, and must be digged for. Since

reduction is precisely what a work of art opposes. Easy answers...annotations, arrows...an oudine of its design...very seriously mislead.

Furthermore, the sense of passion or of power, of depth and vibrancy, feeling and vision, we take away from any work is the result of the intermingling, balance, play, and antagonism between these: it is the arrangement of blues, not any blue itself, which lets us see the mood it formulates, whether pensive melancholy or thoughtless delight, so that one to whom aesthetic experience comes easily will see, as Schopenhauer suggested, sadness in things as readily as smoky violet or moist verdigris.

Blue is therefore most suitable as the color of interior life.

It is better to drink of deep griefs than to taste shallow pleasures.

We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep.

Few things were so sure and simple that they could be taken at face value.

Love is the only river I know whose current flows both ways.

there would be no sign that Molly Nurmi had ever been. In the time before the cold science of the whites came to Iron Lake, the Anishinaabe believed the water was bottomless. There was a tradition among the Iron Lake Ojibwe. Before they were married, a couple would take strands of their hair and braid a cord. On the day they were wed, they tied the cord around a stone, canoed to the middle of the lake, and dropped the stone into the water. The stone descended forever, they believed

An emptiness opened inside me that could have swallowed the whole universe.

Dear old Uncle Skulky, man, is the impossibly mad relative we all have sleeping in our souls.

I admit--no one worth knowing can be quite known, no one worth possessing can be quite possessed-

Ninguém a quem valha a pena conhecer pode ser propriamente conhecido. Ninguém que valha a pena possuir pode ser realmente possuído.

no one worth knowing can be quite known, no one worth possessing can be quite possessed—but

Look at all Nature, through all its Height and Depth, in all its Variety of working Powers; it is what it is for this only End, that the hidden Riches, the invisible Powers, Blessings, Glory, and Love of the unsearchable God, may become visible, sensible, and manifest in and by it.

I like to be surprised. Fresh implications and plot twists erupt as a story unfolds. Characters develop backgrounds, adding depth and feeling. Writing feels like exploring.

Everybody must seem crazy if you see deep enough into their minds.

Miss Octavia, from the depth of her experience with children, spoke gently. "You will not be able to change her. The child lives in her own particular world, and I'm sure it isn't anything at all like the world you and I live in.

I don't believe environment had much to do with it. It must be something deeper than that. She sighed, raised her head, and looked at Mrs. Breedlove once more, thinking: It was something dark. Something dark and unexplainable.

I've gone to the bottom of the well," Hunter said, "and the animal's not down there.

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