Quotes About Surface

into neutral and scanned the surface of the water for a conical-shaped shadow, his red-and-white buoy.

Had she learned how to compose her face into its most photogenic arrangement, to project emotion so beautifully? Or had she simply been a pellucid surface through which her feelings naturally shone?

Beauty is an intangible thing; can not be fixed on the surface, and the wear and tear of old age on the body cannot defeat it.

There are two sorts of curiosity -- the momentary and the permanent. The momentary is concerned with the odd appearance on the surface of things. The permanent is attracted by the amazing and consecutive life that flows on beneath the surface of things.

That's the classical mind at work, runs fine inside but looks dingy on the surface.

The egotist is all surface; underneath is a pulpy mess and a lot of self-doubt. But the egoist may be yielding and even deferential in things he doesn't consider important; in anything that touches his core he is remorseless.

The usual surface stickiness was absent, and they absorbed nutrients at an alarmingly selfish rate. They had become parasites within their own house.

But her curiosity got the better of her and at last she went back to where she'd left a big shallow basin of milk only the day before…and found the surface of the milk invisible under a carpet of her bees. "Bees don't drink milk," she said to them. When they lifted and flew away the basin was empty and clean.

He lowered the goblet, and looked into it. The black water shifted as his hand trembled, and the surface glittered like the facets of polished stone. The noise of the water as it touched the sides was like the distant cries of the imprisoned.

The surface of your thoughts is your character.

what I enjoy in a narrative is not directly its content or even its structure, but rather the abrasions I impose upon the fine surface: I read on, I skip, I look up, I dip in again. Which has nothing to do with the deep laceration the text of bliss inflicts upon language itself, and not upon the simple temporality of its reading.

What affects me most powerfully: mourning in layers—a kind of sclerosis. [Which means: no depth. Layers of surface—or rather, each layer: a totality. Units]

The problem inherent in the surface of things, and only in the surface of things, is the heart of things.

Hard courts are very negative for the body. I know the sport is a business and creating these courts is easier than clay or grass, but I am 100 per cent sure it is wrong.

Marble, I perceive, covers a multitude of sins.

And a coffee cup, as we all know, is not something that it pays to look into if one is searching for meaning beyond meaning; coffee, in all its forms, looks murky and gives little comfort to one who hopes to see something in it. Unlike tea, which allows one to glimpse something of what lies beneath the surface, usually more tea.

she shapes her surface lights into the shape of breasts.

Even with her beside him, dreams drove him fretfully to the surface of the night. Too often. She too was restless. For he heard her stirring each time he half-awakened, heard her breath of wakefulness, not sleep.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

The easiest way for you to make sense of this is to imagine that you're a two-dimensional being. A being flatter than the flattest pancake, living on the surface of a giant, empty, plastic box. As a 2D being, you can only see the surface of the

twenty-foot-long laminate table,

Photography deals exquisitely with appearances, but nothing is what it appears to be.

From behind the Iron Curtain, there are signs that tyranny is in trouble and reminders that its structure is as brittle as its surface is hard.

Prison is a society cultivating psychological repression. Deceptive, the subservient appearance of its camouflage a rage boiling just beneath the surface.