Quotes About Depth

Deficiency of matter is not from the infinity of the father, who came to give time to deficiency. In fact, it is not right to say that the incorruptible would actually come in this manner. The father's depth is profound, and the thought of error is not with him. It is something that has fallen, and something that can readily be set upright through the discovery of the one who has come to what he would restore.

What is innermost is the fullness, and there is nothing further within.

Everyone was a rose but even more complex than a mere flower. Everyone was made up of infinitely layered petals. And everyone had something indescribably precious at the heart of their being. No one was shallow. Not really.

I never knew how much the heart can expand.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach...

Any guy can love a thousand girls...but only a rare guy can love one girl in a thousand ways.

We only love truly once. It is the first time and succeeding passions are less uncontrolled.

That is the true season of love; when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.

Dive deep, O mind, dive deep in the ocean of God's beauty! If you descend to the uttermost depths, there you will find the gem of love.

The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing; it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life.

Love is a ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

As the ocean is never full of water, so is the heart never full of love.

For it is the suffering flesh, it is suffering, it is death, that lovers perpetuate upon the earth. Love is at once the brother, son, and father of death, which is its sister, mother, and daughter. And thus it is that in the depth of love there is a depth

A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.

A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.

My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's why they love so easily.

Love that can be explained is not love.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

Love is not singular except in syllable.

I don't love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain dark things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I don't know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all the roses.

If he loved with all the powers of his puny being, he couldn't love as much in eighty years as I could in a day. and Catherine has a heart as deep as I have: the sea could be as readily contained in that horse-trough as her whole affection be monopolised by him.