Quotes About Surface

One may be nice on the outside but on the inside isnt pretty

I don't trust the everyday: it is a mask, a sham. It gives the illusion of permanence, of an unshatterable calm, a placid surface; and yet underneath the pot is slowly coming to a boil.

There was no deeper truth in the mundanity of violence. That truth sat on the surface and required no mining at all.

Drift beautifully on the surface, and you will die unbeautifully in the depths.

Thus soaking, filtering, spreading, it saturates the permeable rock to form a subterranean lake: an aquifer. To create a water well, dig a hole far enough into the ground to penetrate below the surface of this aquifer; your hole will fill to the level of that surface—the water table—and refill as water is withdrawn.

grace is found at the depths and in the death of everything. After these smaller deaths, we know that the only "deadly sin" is to swim on the surface of things, where we never see, find, or desire God and love.

To stay on the surface of anything is invariably to miss its message—even the surface meaning of our sinfulness.

God hides, and is found, precisely in the depths of everything, even and maybe especially in the deep fathoming of our fallings and failures. Sin is to stay on the surface of even holy things, like Bible, sacrament, or church.

They lived on the surface of their days; their smiles were surface smiles, and their tears were surface tears. Negroes lived a truer and deeper life than they, but I wished that Negroes, too, could live as thoughtlessly, serenely as they.

Even his hair was bigger—a massive globe of blue-black frizz so thick that his lobster-claw horns appeared to be drowning as they tried to swim their way to the surface. "Is that why they named you Aphros?" Leo asked as they glided down the path from the cave. "Because of the Afro?" Aphros scowled. "What do you mean?" "Nothing," Leo said quickly.

The Grand Canyon..." Jason recalled that day on the Skywalk, when one of his jerk classmates turned out to be a wind spirit. "Dylan? Are you kidding me? I'm breathing Dylan?" "Yes," Kym said. "That seems to be his name." Jason shuddered. "I'll let him go as soon as I reach the surface. No worries." "Farewell, then," said the goddess. "And may the Fates smile upon you...assuming the Fates survive.

There are parts of Texas where a fly lives ten thousand years and a man can't die soon enough. Time gets strange there from too much sky, too many miles from crack to crease in the flat surface of the land.

Truth doesn't run on time like a commuter train, though time may run on truth. And the Scenes Gone By and the Scenes to Come flow blending together in the sea-green deep while Now spreads in circles on the surface.

How do you know what possibilities lie behind that degradation on the surface? You know but little of that which is within you. For behind you is the ocean of infinite power and blessedness.

There might be fish in there, but if there were, they were living on the cigarette ends that were getting pushed around the surface by a sluggish fountain that burped and belched like an asthmatic cow.

The sea being smooth,How many shallow bauble boats dare sailUpon her patient breast.

All that glitters is not gold.

This is another condition of art; to have no inside, nothing you cannot see.

When the surface of your soul begins to stir, I imagine you want to capture the sensation in writing.

His soul is too dense. If he comes out, he'll dissolve into pieces, like a deep-sea fish pulled to the surface too quickly. I suppose my job is to go on holding him here at the bottom of the sea.

Cat's-paws—delicate, rapidly moving ripples that crest at right angles to the wind and chase it along the surface—reveal the direction of an approaching gust.

Prejudice is a shape shifter. It's very agile in taking forms that seem acceptable on the surface.

At first you are awed by the splendour, by the beauty, of the planet and then you look down and you realize that this one planet is the only thing we have. Every time the sun comes up and goes down… and for us that's sixteen times a day… you see a thin, thin, thin layer just above the surface, maybe 10 or 12 kilometres thick. That is the atmosphere of the Earth. That is it. Below that is life. Above it is nothing. JULIE PAYETTE, Canadian astronaut

The scale, properly speaking, does not permit the measure of the intelligence, because intellectual qualities are not superposable, and therefore cannot be measured as linear surfaces are measured.