Quotes About Depth

Our society has replaced heroes with celebrities, the quest for a well-informed character with the search for flat abs, substance and depth with image and personality.

love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Angels can fly directly into the heart of the matter. -Author Unknown

Serious people have few ideas," said Paul Valéry. "People with ideas are never serious.

If you see the world in black and white, you're missing important grey matter.

There were so many hidden realities in the world, so many secret lives. It seemed like nobody lived just one.

You will determine what this change will be in your story by thinking about your main character in considerable depth. Having done so, you will then write down his self-concept in a maximum of ten or fifteen words.

There is love, and everything else is staring into the abyss.

A really perfect poem has an infinitely small vocabulary.

It is in that visionary Madness of the Mind that permits a Madman to perceive Truth in extremis, when all else had seemed lost. Mercifull, indeed, is this worldly Existence, and cruel; and beautifull; and vile, and filled with Pain and greater in its Scale, and in its Depth, and its Complexity than mere Men can ever hope to understand; and profound wonderfull in its Capacity.

t was beautiful, being there with Elliott. It was like there was nothing except him and me. I remember his palms, his chest, his chin, but it was like we were more than just our bodies. As if our essence was there in the darkness.

The most important thing about a man is what he believes in the depth of his being.

This earth is seventy percent water. Hard not to walk into it.

Who hasn't walked through a life of small tragedies? 'Sister Sonja often asked me, as though to understand the depth and breadth of human suffering would be enough to pull me outside of my own.

He had never imagined a love as deep and endless as this.

They laughed at Eddie Murphy movies, and on the now too rare occasion when Iris let him make love to her, it felt like their bodies were holding on to the earth. When he kissed her, he wanted her to swallow him, wanted to be all the way inside of her—his love was deep like that.

If a whole people is oriented toward the search for justice or purity, if it obeys in depth the primacy of the spiritual, it does not suffer from the lack of material things, just as we today do not feel the inverse need of the spiritual.

What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe? — Jacques Lacan, The Seminar of Jacques Lacan: On Feminine Sexuality, the Limits of Love and Knowledge Vol. Book XX . (W. W. Norton & Company November 17, 1999) Originally published 1975.

You go down to the bottom of the sea, where the water isn't even blue anymore, where the sky is only a memory, and you float there, in the silence. And you stay there, and you decide, that you'll die for them. Only then do they start coming out. They come, and they greet you, and they judge the love you have for them. If it's sincere, if it's pure, they'll be with you, and take you away forever.

Lontano di già si è ritirato il mare Ma nei tuoi occhi socchiusi Due piccole onde son rimaste Demoni e meraviglie Venti e maree Due piccole onde per annegarmi.

Te quiero como se quiere a ciertos amores, a la antigua, con el alma y sin mirar atrás

Friendship is a simple thing, and yet complicated; friendship is on the surface, something natural, something taken for granted, and yet underneath one could find worlds.

The space between the idea of something and its reality is always wide and deep and dark. The longer they are kept apart—idea of thing, reality of thing—the wider the width, the deeper the depth, the thicker and darker the darkness.

If anyone is unwilling to descend into himself, because this is too painful, he will remain superficial in his writing. . . If I perform to myself, then it's this that the style expresses. And then the style cannot be my own. If you are unwilling to know what you are, your writing is a form of deceit.