Quotes About Underneath

I've played a lot of characters who are creeps or weirdos, with a deep darkness underneath the surface.

Life forms a surface that acts as if it could not be otherwise, but under its skin things are pounding and pulsing.

But they are only the faces of the dead. Coming into detail as we hurtle toward them. They see us, too. Fingers scratching at the ice's rough underside, desperate to be the first to pull us down.

Plus bas, encore plus bas, toujours plus bas.

I heard now the fear in their brightness. It trickled along underneath them like a secret spring.

Under the seams runs the pain.

Le monde est en ordre Les morts dessous Les vivants dessus

Life forms a surface that acts as if it could not be otherwise, but under its skin things are pounding and pulsing.

down . . . to the basement.

I have loved since you. But when the new paint gets scratched, there you are underneath.

I believe there's a landscape that exists underneath everything that we can see in present-day stuff. And I think that makes life kind of a detective story.

But the sadness was still there, underneath.

The AIDS epidemic has rolled back a big rotting log and revealed all the squirming life underneath it, since it involves, all at once, the main themes of our existence sex, death, power, money, love, hate, disease and panic. No American phenomenon has been so compelling since the Vietnam War.

I think hidden underneath a lot of teachers are very sexy women.

Gratitude! I was deeply grateful. But the politic gratitude of weakness, of the sufferer, furious underneath.

Placidity and order and everything in its place, with a decorous and sanctioned violence going on underneath everything, like a heavy, brutal shoe tapping out the rhythm on a carpeted floor.

The lapse of ages changes all things - time, language, the earth, the bounds of the sea, the stars of the sky, and every thing about, around, and underneath man, except man himself.

Underneath all things means that beneath the floorboards, in the depths, in the spaces between the pebbles or sandy floor that contain the pond, that hold our own inside person, is something that can't be destroyed, a foundation that keeps all the water from sinking back into the earth. Something is there, something we need, when we come to rest, when all is lost.

Not to mention, it'd be worth guarding her just for the eye candy alone – sheez, can you imagine being around that day in and day out. Wonder if she sleeps naked…Bet she showers that way. Every day even. Think about it. I'll even bet she's naked underneath her clothes. (Syn)

It's like being a duck. Calm and unruffled on the surface, but paddling like hell underneath.

Peace is not something you can force on anything or anyone... much less upon one's own mind. It is like trying to quiet the ocean by pressing upon the waves. Sanity lies in somehow opening to the chaos, allowing anxiety, moving deeply into the tumult, diving into the waves, where underneath, within, peace simply is.

Have you seen a duck gliding smoothly on water? Does it ever look like it is paddling furiously underneath the surface? I don't have to show that I am working very hard.

Like voices humming along a telegraph wire, Evie thought. That was how to teach it. One could rest one's hand upon the past, feel the vibrato, one could close one's eyes, lean low and listen hard. If you were paying attention, one could hear the voices underneath the past. And that was time.

Lingerie is my next love after clothing; I think it is what is worn underneath that really inspires a woman to feel beautiful in her clothes - that inner, secret glamour.