Quotes About Surface

Without you, she wrote in Hebrew, I am without any depth, I am on the surface here, waiting.

They lack suggestive power. And when a book lacks suggestive power, however hard it hits the surface of the mind it cannot penetrate within.

For this is the truth about our soul, he thought, who fish-like inhabits deep seas and plies among obscurities threading her way between the boles of giant weeds, over sun-flickered spaces and on and on into gloom, cold, deep, inscrutable; suddenly she shoots to the surface and sports on the wind-wrinkled waves; that is, has a positive need to brush, scrape, kindle herself, gossiping.

Or was there always, he thought, as he too rose and looked for his hat, something that came to the surface, inappropriately, unexpectedly, from the depths of people, and made ordinary actions, ordinary words, expressive of the whole being …

They say the sky is the same everywhere. Travellers, the shipwrecked, exiles, and the dying draw comfort from the thought, and no doubt if you are of a mystical tendency, consolation, and even explanation, shower down from the unbroken surface. But

Por debaixo é tudo escuro, é tudo dispersão, é insondavelmente profundo; mas, de quando em quando, subimos à superfície e é através disso que somos vistos" (Ao Farol, Virgínia Woolf)

And to everybody there was always this sense of unlimited resources, she supposed, one after another, she, Lily, Augustus Carmichael, must feel, our apparitions, the things you know us by, are simply childish. Beneath it is all dark, it is all spreading, it is unfathomably deep; but now and again we rise to the surface and that is what you see us by.

She had a perfectly clear notion of what she wanted. Her emotions were all on the surface. Beneath, she was very shrewd—a far better judge of character than Sally, for instance, and with it all, purely feminine; with that extraordinary gift, that woman's gift, of making a world of her own wherever she happened to be.

Scratch the surface, and there's just more surface—chalk dust under your nails, but not much else. What you see, as they say, is what you get.

But I seem to recall that you can rub the outside of an apple until it shines without ever eradicating the worm within.

But what that means, sadly is that he has no depth. He's never had to work for anything in his life.

I looked up "skin" in the encyclopedia and confirmed that, sure enough, it is the human body's largest organ, a fact that suggests our surfaces are critical to who we are, not just the gateway to physical or spiritual depths but a profoundly important web of cells that, in protecting us, gives us form and function.

They scrubbed, repaired, overhauled, and polished every exposed surface of the ships.

A heaping tablespoon of ground-up zeolite had the surface area of a football field.

There is no way to penetrate the surface of life but by attacking it earnestly at a particular point.

There are books of which the backs and covers are by far the best parts.

The emphasis was helped by the speaker's hair, which bristled on the skirts of his bald head, a plantation of firs to keep the wind from its shining surface, all covered with knobs, like the crust of a plum pie, as if the head had scarcely warehouse-room for the hard facts stored inside.

The world is a lively place enough, in which we must accommodate ourselves to circumstances, sail with the stream as glibly as we can, be content to take froth for substance, the surface for the depth, the counterfeit for the real coin. I wonder no philosopher has ever established that our globe itself is hollow. It should be, if Nature is consistent in her works.

had passed from its surface and this earth's together. Haunted in a most ghastly manner that abominable place would have been, if the glass could ever have rendered back its reflections, as the ocean is one day to give up its dead. Some passing thought of the infamy and disgrace for which it had been reserved, may have struck the prisoner's mind. Be that as it may, a change in his position

I love mirrors,' he had once heard Fulgrim say. 'They let one pass through the surface of things.

Allander is bright enough to hold together on the surface, but he's in turmoil. I fear he never put those problems to rest." "Evi-fuckin'-dently," Jade said.

The underground of the city is like what's underground in people. Beneath the surface, it's boiling with monsters.

Gözle görülen fenomenleri, okyanusun derinliklerinde bulunan ve hakk?nda hiçbir ?ey bilmedi?imiz bir karga?ay? su yüzeyine ta??yan dalgalar gibi dü?ünebiliriz.

The fractal dimension of a metal's surface, for example, often provides information that corresponds to the metal's strength.