Quotes About Depths

If our subconscious was attractive, we wouldn't have to bury it down deep within us.

Quien ve el mar siente miedo, pero también una atracción invencible, la ansiedad de conocer lo que esconde su interminable vastedad.

El mar, en cambio, es el espejo de nuestros pensamientos, y por desgracia de los más profundos y melancólicos. Refleja aquello que hay oculto en las profundidades de nuestro espíritu, nuestros miedos inconfesados; hasta el rostro de la muerte se trasluce bajo la superficie líquida y cambiante, detrás del horizonte que huye cada vez más lejos, que no se deja nunca alcanzar.

Véremmé lettek a h?s, föld alatti vizek

But suddenly you got up. You had felt the dark wings, magic token from the depths that calls out to our hearts. You stared at the murmur that now starts in the depths. What shapes did you imagine? What sacred symbols, what precise words did the surf speak, sweet saliva from secret lips that open slightly, naming, mesmerizing, stealing away? The message said . . .

The gateway to the underworld is seen as part antiquity and part theatre. Welcome to the lower depths.

When you dive into the sea, you are diving into the origins of us all.

Our bodies are as unknown to us as the ocean, both familiar and strange; the sea inside ourselves.

The universe will never be extinguished because just when the darkness seems to have smothered all, to be truly transcendent, the new seeds of light are reborn in the very depths. That is the Way. When the seed falls, it falls into the earth, into the soil. And beneath, out of sight, it comes to life.

The Tao is that which first lets the light, then the dark. Occasions the interplay of the two primal forces so that there is always renewal. It is that which keeps it all from wearing down. The universe will never be extinguished because just when the darkness seems to have smothered all, to be truly transcendent, the new seeds of light are reborn in the very depths. That is the Way. When the seed falls, it falls into the earth, into the soil. And beneath

The universe will never be extinguished because just when the darkness seems to have smothered all, to be truly transcendent, the new seeds of light are reborn in the very depths.

The universe will never be extinguished because just when the darkness seems to have smothered all, to be truly transcendent, the new seeds of light are reborn in the very depths. That is the Way. When the seed falls, it falls into the earth, into the soil. And beneath, out of sight, it comes to life. "An

If only I could have nourished myself upon the depths of his vulgarity, instead of that too becoming a source of shame. Shame and shame and shame and shame—every place I turn something else to be ashamed of.

We have fallen through the surface and are deep in the trenches of need

I was just struggling with my inner vachette and pondering the depths of my own inhumanity.

Roaring Deeps

I could not bear the silences when the drum stopped. I sank down into the depths of the sound of the rain.

Deep in the sea are riches beyond compare. But if you seek safety, it is on the shore.

That, combined with the look of absolute rage on their faces, gave them the likeness of furies released from the depths to wage chaos on the living world

I'd say the depths of his stupidity have yet to be plumbed, and yours is comin' up fast on the inside turn.

The toilet from time to time imparted to the boat the scent of a cholera hospital and could be flushed only when the U-boat was on the surface or at shallow depths, lest the undersea pressure blow material back into the vessel.

The Sufi path is subversive rather than confrontational. It works from within, from the Self which lives in the very depths of the unconscious, in the secret recesses of the heart. The changes begin far away from the conscious mind, where they cannot be interfered with. Then slowly the energy of the Self filters into consciousness, where it begins the work of altering our thinking processes.

How absolute and omnipotent is the silence of the night! And yet the stillness seems almost audible. From all the measureless depths of air around us comes a half sound, a half whisper, as if we could hear the crumbling and falling away of the earth and all created things in the great miracle of nature?decay and reproduction?ever beginning, never ending?the gradual lapse and running of the sand in the great hour-glass of Time.

To him the magic of their mysteries; To him the book of Night was opened wide, And voices from the deep abyss revealed A marvel and a secret. —Be it so.