Quotes About Depth

We all dislike small talk, but it does have a role. Getting to know someone happens in a sequential manner, and we cannot skip steps if we want to go deeper. It can be said that there are four stages to an interaction, and small talk is the first, followed by fact disclosure, then opinion disclosure, then emotion disclosure. The sequence can be played with, but understanding small talk's role is important.

Aucune folie n'est assez profonde pour vous exclure de la communauté des fumeurs.

Quand on aime vraiment quelqu'un, il faut accepter sa part de mystère... et c'est pour ça qu'on l'aime...

In this world of numbness and information overload, the ability to feel, my boy, is a rare gift indeed.

The lesson of forever and ever is that knowing a man's mind ain't knowing the man.

Because humans are complicated beasts," the monster said.

It's love. But it's a different kind," "Doesn't make it any less love, though.

What else is there to say?Everything and nothing. You can't say everything, so you don't say nothing.

And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say.

But here, now, again, this was more than the body, or the mind, or the personality. It wasn't holy, that was a whole other mess, but it was something that could be touched only here.

still amazed at how anyone could pack so much of themselves into lines

still amazed at how anyone could pack so much of themselves into lines on a page.

Sir,' said Stephen, 'I read novels with the utmost pertinacity. I look upon them--I look upon good novels--as a very valuable part of literature, conveying more exact and finely-distinguished knowledge of the human heart and mind than almost any other, with greater breadth and depth and fewer constraints.

You do not know the first note of the music that moves me.

Do not mistake me for my mask. You see light dappling on the water and forget the deep, cold dark beneath.

Then I played the song that hides in the center of me. That wordless music that moves through the secret places in my heart. I played it carefully, strumming it slow and low into the dark stillness of the night. I would like to say it is a happy song, that it is sweet and bright, but it is not.

His voice is like a thunderstorm, and his hands know every secret hidden deep beneath the cool, dark earth.

Luego toqué la canción que se esconde en el centro de mí. Esa música sin letra que recorre los rincones secretos de mi corazón. La toqué con cuidado, desgranando las notas lenta y suvamente en el oscuro silencio nocturno. Me gustaría poder decir que es una canción alegre, que es dulce y animada, pero no lo es.

Her skin was more luminous than the moon, her eyes wider than the sky, deeper than the water, darker than the night.

She knew the cave wasn't very deep. But everything seems bigger in the dark.

Es evidente que entiendes el Lethani -repuso Vashet-. Está enraizado dentro de ti. Demasiado hondo para que lo veas. A veces ocurre lo mismo con el amor.

Her eyes were of the bluest black Like night sky with the clouds blown back

The deeper we went, the stranger things became.

We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.