Quotes About Depth

El mundo no ve el interior de las personas, y que poco importan las esperanzas, penas y sueños que albergamos bajo una máscara de piel y hueso. Es así de sencillo, cruel y absurdo.

eyes are windows to the soul.

Sad znam da neki ljudi proživljavaju nesre?u onako kao što drugi proživljavaju ljubav: samotno, žestoko i bez zale?a.

the world didn't see the inside of you, that it didn't care a whit about the hopes and dreams, and sorrows, that lay masked by skin and bone.

Love's merciless, the way it travels in and keeps emitting light.

He wished he had some kind of X-ray vision for the human heart.

It's always like this after a few days here. I start to lose my bearings. The surface is one way, but then there are all these other things going on, sometimes going back decades, swirling undercurrents that I just don't understand. [p. 336]

Okay, I like him," I admitted. "But it takes more than a nice body, Jenks. Jeez, I do have a little depth. You've got a great body, and you don't see me trying to get into your Fruit of the Looms.

Easy is tasteless and bland

Ivy had loved him, too—deeper, on a gut level, with the strength of the past, not like my new love, based on the idea of a future.

If you want to write a novel about our world now, you'd better write science fiction, or you will be doing some kind of inadvertent nostalgia piece; you will lack depth, miss the point, and remain confused.

You have a mind like the rings of Saturn. A million miles wide and an inch deep.

Oceans of clouds in my chest.

ease of representation. It's always more than what you see, bigger than what you know. That said, people in this era did do it.

She dismissed his puzzled frown with a wave.—We're deeper than we can see. There are other people down inside us doing things. We get carried along by what they do.

dilsiz ve bitkindi benim kahkaham aÄŸlamak özlemi ta??yordu

I lay a while gazing into the darkness, this dense mass of gloom that had no bottom--my thoughts could not fathom it.

Hun var deilig til mig. Jeg var gåt tilbunds og det var hun også, vi levet begge p bunden. det gjorde de andre omkring os også. Alle mennesker gik og gik på bunden...

The abyss doesn't stare back. It winks.

Or maybe I was learning that nothing was black and white.

Every second we're together, I get under your skin as deeply as you've scarred mine.

The one who fingered me like he was digging to China

The body is an organ of memory, holding traces of all our experiences. The land, too, carries the burden of all its changes. To truly see and understand a landscape is to see its depth as well as its smooth surfaces, its beauty and its scars.

The more one pleases generally, the less one pleases profoundly.