Quotes About Depths

This is what's happening: together we are descending the stairs of the heart, which lead to the sources. (It is a secret staircase. I knew it existed. Which is why I avoided it. Because it leads to the other-life, deep, underground, the fluvial, the painful.) We are in the process of descending into the depths of the heart. To where bodies communicate with each other.

How do we know what is right for us? Well, the body knows, our deepest feeling knows, and the psyche knows, and each expresses its opinion, even as we learned early in life to evade these continuous messages from our own depths. So, the recovery effort must typically begin with the experience of inner discord, outer conflict, and sometimes heartache and loss.

It is like looking down from the cliffs of Moher into the depths. Many go down into the depths and never come up. Only the trained diver can go down into those depths and explore them and come to the surface again.

It is like looking down from the clifs of Moher into the depths. Many go down into the depths and never come up. Only the trained diver can go down into those depths and explore them and come to the surface again.

Flat or uninteresting writing often signals something deeper that is being covered up.

Women have rooms inside of us men cannot fathom. It's where we store the depths of the hurt we've been dealt.Where we store the deep love we never want to lose.

Going under the water and staying under the water for periods of time gives me claustrophobia.

For God Himself works in our souls, in the deepest depths, taking increasing control as we are progressively willing to be prepared for His wonder.

It isn't the words we speak that make us who we are. Or even the deeds we do. It is the secrets buried in our hearts." She looks sharply at Bhima. "People think that the ocean is made up of waves and things that float on top. But they forget—the ocean is also what lies at the bottom, all the broken things stuck in the sand. That, too, is the ocean.

Our minds are mysterious; our conscious brain is like a ship on a sea that is obscure to us.

Were there darker provinces of night he would have found them.

The most normal people have the worst subterranean selves.

seiscientas cincuenta y siete clases de agua y de sus profundidades.

The human heart has hidden treasures,In secret kept, in silence sealed.

And 't is a strange truth that only in the agony of parting we look into the depths of love.

person and existence are forced to draw together, and from the same depths of being—which is more than all intelligible essence—arises the invitation of a personal God to his created child, an event that belongs to another realm altogether than all the in-built natural orientations—however mystical—of intellectual beings.

You can't see it on me, but hidden in the depths of my life is the permanent opinion that a match is a wicked thing. This is wrong, of course. It's nonsense. A match is only as wicked as the person who is using it.

I feel as though I have lived many lives, experienced the heights and depths of each and like the waves of the ocean, never known rest. Throughout the years, I looked always for the unusual, for the wonderful, for the mysteries at the heart of life.

People dread silence because it is transparent; like clear water, which reveals every obstacle—the used, the dead, the drowned, silence reveals the cast-off words and thoughts dropped in to obscure its clear stream. And when people stare too close to silence they sometimes face their own reflections, their magnified shadows in the depths, and that frightens them. I know; I know.

To delve into history entails, besides the grievance of hard work, the danger that in the depths one may lose one's scapegoats.

Isn't it crazy to think that we've explored space more than we have explored the depths of our ocean? That just fires up my imagination about potential sea monsters and cool creatures, that kind of stuff.

Deep ocean drilling is not new.

I really feel that there are things in the ocean that we have no idea about.

Mr Wooster, I am not ashamed to say that the tears came into my eyes as I listened to them. It amazes me that a man as young as you can have been able to plumb human nature so surely to its depths; to play with so unerring a hand on the quivering heart-strings of your reader; to write novels so true, so human, so moving, so vital! Oh, it's just a knack, I said.