Quotes About Depths

what monsters might lurk in a man?

I'll be glad to be rid of you. When a man sinks to reading fashion journals - no, it's worse than that. When a man finds himself plumbing their depths, seeking arcane knowledge of no use to him whatsoever ... Oh, it's your corrupting influence. I shall be glad to see the back of you, Noirot, and return to my life.' 'It annoys you to be a guardian angel,' she said.

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

Het hart van de mens lijkt erg veel op de zee, het kent zijn stormen, het kent zijn getijden en in zijn diepten liggen ook parels.

El corazón del hombre es muy parecido al mar, tiene sus tormentas, tiene sus mareas y en sus profundidades también tiene sus perlas

The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too

The Magi Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye, In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones Appear and disappear in the blue depths of the sky With all their ancient faces like rain-beaten stones, And all their helms of silver hovering side by side, And all their eyes still fixed, hoping to find once more, Being by Calvary's turbulence unsatisfied, The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

darkening sea full of stirred silt and clouds of minute

Then the clarifying thing happens, and what you need to do, what you must do, is not a question, not demand more revelation than what is given, be quiet in the face of it, quiet and grateful that it has been given to you to see this, to be for even a short time aware of the extraordinary layered depths and profound beauty of the world to which we mostly blind ourselves.

We are all bodies of water, guarding the mystery of our depths, but some of us have more to guard than others.

The abyss is full of reality, the abyss experiences itself, the abyss is alive.

What are we going to do?" I said softly, addressing the question to the overwhelming depths of the vast dark sky overhead. I heard no sound but the rush of wind in the pine trees; no answer, save the form of my own question—the faint echo of "we" that rang in my ears. That much was true at least; whatever happened, none of us need face things alone. And I supposed that was after all as much answer as I needed, for now.

Love is not instant. Infatuation is instant. Love is a thing that begins with the most shallow of roots that reach the depths of our souls only after we've given ourselves up to the helplessness of it. And when it's true love, we are truly helpless.

To try to understand another human being, to grapple for his ultimate depths, that is the most dangerous of human endeavors.

The energy requirements for interstellar travel are so great that it is inconceivable to me that any creatures piloting their ships across the vast depths of space would do so only in order to play games with us over a period of decades. If they want to make contact, they would make contact; if not, they would save their energy and go elsewhere.

The underwater depths were red like the colour we see now only inside our eyelids, and the Sun's rays penetrated to brighten them in flashes or else in sprays.

Harry was left to ponder in silence the depths to which girls would sink to get revenge.

You do know that the earth is round." "The earth might be, but human nature isn't. It has caverns and abysses and all sorts of traps.

It was not a wave but a smooth rolling swell that seemed to come up from the deeps, as if something vast down there had stirred itself.

I thought nothing. The surface of my mind was perfectly still. But under the surface there was a shifting and a stirring. I felt the great swell of the undercurrent. For years a wreck had sat in the depths, a rusting vessel with its cargo of bones. Now it shifted. I had disturbed it, and it created a turbulence that lifted clouds of sand from the seabed, motes of grit swirling wildly in the dark disturbed water.

a love more binding than physical affection, some tar-pit of the soul where I might flop around and malinger for years.

ominously—a love more binding than physical affection, some tar-pit of the soul where I might flop around and malinger for years.

The Abandoned Valley" Can you understand being alone so long you would go out in the middle of the night and put a bucket into the well so you could feel something down there tug at the other end of the rope?

The English department of the spirit—that great quagmire that lurks at the bottom of all of us.