Quotes About Depth

Men of few words are the best men.

My love'sMore richer than my tongue.

I lov'd Ophelia: forty thousand brothersCould not, with all their quantity of love,Make up my sum.

No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve: ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

How long a time lies in one little word!

But I have that within which passeth show;These but the trappings and the suits of woe.

Words alone cannot fully convey the realities of the soul or the greatness of the human spirit.

How deeply one felt when alone.

A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.

To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

A lake carries you into recesses of feeling otherwise impenetrable.

With all of you men out there who think that having a thousand different ladies is pretty cool, I have learned in my life I've found out that having one woman a thousand different times is much more satisfying.

But facts fall short of truth, because truth includes the yearnings of the human heart—

Specifically, I said words to the effect that "if it isn't about modal logic or Sanskrit, I don't think I want to write about it anymore.

Serious literature does not exist to make life easy but to complicate it.

Some of us – poets are not exactly poets. We live sometimes – beyond the word.

A grownup is a child with layers on.

La intensidad de una pasión se mide por la soledad que la precede.

There are numerous layers to truth, and the simple and superficial statement of facts cannot satisfy the writer.

If knowledge and foresight are too penetrating and deep, unify them with ease and sincerity.

Y, finalmente, me llegaba un sonido desde el fondo, como el ruido de un cristal roto. No, algo más bello y agudo. Para mí, era el sonido de los huesos humanos al quebrarse. Y, una vez que recibía ese eco, por fin me quedaba tranquila.

Your body falling through space touches the deepest part of me.

The traces of my father's presence, which I had done my best to preserve, had vanished, replaced by an emptiness that would not be filled. I stood in the middle of that emptiness, feeling myself on the verge of being drawn into its terrible depth.

I stood in the middle of that emptiness, feeling myself on the verge of being drawn into its terrible depth