Quotes About Depth

Love is like a river, never ending as it flows, but gets greater with time!

Love is or it ain't. Thin love ain't love at all.

Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves

Love is when you look into someone's eyes, and suddenly, you go all the way inside, to their soul... and you both know, instantly.

Love is space and time measured by the heart.

When love is deep, much can be accomplished

Economized love is never real love

Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality.

This love is silent.

Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.

A hidden connection is stronger than an obvious one.

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.

The heart has reasons that reason cannot know.

Love is a deep well from which you may drink often, but into which you may fall but once

Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls

We do not fall in love with the package of the person, we fall in love with the inside of a person.

Loving is a feeling that brings both joy and pain to my heart. Joy from being with you, being filled with an emotion so deep and tender that no other feeling can compare. Pain from knowing that I'm so in love, that I'm more vulnerable than I've ever

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were not one tree and not two.

Nice people don't necessarily fall in love with nice people.

People who love only once in their lives are. . . shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination.

The less we allow ourselves to be touched by life's full array of experiences, the less life reaches out to touch us with the depth of its meaning.

I love you as certain dark things are loved, secretly, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you, for putting your hand into my heart and passing over all the foolish, weak things that you cannot help dimly seeing there, and for drawing out into the light all the beautiful belongings that no one else had looked quite so far enough to find.