Depth Quotes

To have become a deeper man is the privilege of those who have suffered.

The imagination, give it the least license, dives deeper and soars higher than Nature goes.

One frequently only finds out how really beautiful a beautiful woman is after considerable acquaintance with her.

The absolute things, the last things, the overlapping things, are the truly philosophic concerns; all superior minds feel seriously about them, and the mind with the shortest views is simply the mind of the more shallow man.

Women are considered deep - why? Because one can never discover any bottom to them. Women are not even shallow.

Give me a sentence which no intelligence can understand. There must be a kind of life and palpitation to it, and under its words akind of blood must circulate forever.

In the mountain, stillness surges up to explore its own height In the lake, movement stands still to contemplate its own depth.

Writing criticism is to writing fiction and poetry as hugging the shore is to sailing in the open sea.

A short attention span makes all of your perceptions and relationships shallow and unsatisfying.

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in the box.

We know but a few men, a great many coats and breeches.

An answer in words is delusive; it is really no answer to the questions you ask.

I think books should have secrets, like people do.

To know the laws is not to memorize their letter but to grasp their full force and meaning.

The man whose horse trots a mile in a minute does not carry the most important messages.

If you chance to live and move and have your being in that thin stratum in which the events that make the news transpire,--thinnerthan the paper on which it is printed,--then these things will fill the world for you; but if you soar above or dive below that plane, you cannot remember nor be reminded of them.

People who comprehend a thing to its very depths rarely stay faithful to it forever. For they have brought its depths into the light of day: and in the depths there is always much that is unpleasant to see.

I think that if Essien Udom had something he didn't take it back far enough in history to get at the proper understanding of it.

But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.

Some eyes threaten like a loaded and levelled pistol, and others are as insulting as hissing or kicking; some have no more expression than blueberries, while others are as deep as a well which you can fall into.

Diamonds are found only in the dark places of the earth, truths are found only in the depths of thought.

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.

If you walk into a forest - you hear all kinds of subtle sounds - but underneath there is an all pervasive silence.

Just as the value of a house lies in its location, The value of a mind lies in its depth, The value of giving lies in the presence of a generous spirit, The value of words lies in their reliability.

Our friendships hurry to short and poor conclusions, because we have made them a texture of wine and dreams, instead of the toughfibre of the human heart. The laws of friendship are austere and eternal, of one web with the laws of nature and of morals.

If her eyes had no expression, it was probably because they had nothing to express. If she had few wrinkles, it was because her mind had never traced its name or any other inscription on her face.

Only the shallow know themselves.

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.

My affection hath an unknown bottom, like the Bay of Portugal.

Long enough I had heard of irrelevant things; now at length I was glad to make acquaintance with the light that dwells in rotten wood. Where is all your knowledge gone to? It evaporates completely, for it has no depth.

Like the sea itself, the unconscious yields an endless and self-replenishing abundance of creatures, a wealth beyond our fathoming.

The statue is then beautiful when it begins to be incomprehensible, when it is passing out of criticism, and can no longer be defined by compass and measuring-wand, but demands an active imagination to go with it, and to say what it is in the act of doing.

Whoever is related to me in the height of his aspirations will experience veritable ecstasies of learning; for I come from heights that no bird ever reached in its flight, I know abysses into which no foot ever strayed.

Give me truths for I am weary of the surfaces.

The hidden harmony is better than the obvious.

Vanity is but the surface.

Why should it be essential to love rarely in order to love much?

Inside a Lover's Heart,there's another world,and yet another.

True art takes note not merely of form but also of what lies behind.

How far do our feelings take their colour from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?

Silence is an ocean. Speech is a river.

The tree that would grow to heaven must send its roots to hell.

Art can never match the luxury and superfluity of Nature. In the former all is seen; it cannot afford concealed wealth, and is niggardly in comparison; but Nature, even when she is scant and thin outwardly, satisfies us still by the assurance of a certain generosity at the roots.

There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.

It is easier to perceive error than to find truth, for the former lies on the surface and is easily seen, while the latter lies in the depth, where few are willing to search for it.

It is only the superficial qualities that last. Man's deeper nature is soon found out.

Your richest veins don't lie nearest the surface.

To say that a man is your Friend, means commonly no more than this, that he is not your enemy. Most contemplate only what would be the accidental and trifling advantages of Friendship, as that the Friend can assist in time of need by his substance, or his influence, or his counsel. Even the utmost goodwill and harmony and practical kindness are not sufficient for Friendship, for Friends do not live in harmony merely, as some say, but in melody.

I always try to write on the principle of the iceberg. There is seven-eighths of it underwater for every part that shows.

I'm always saying something that's just the edge of something more.

The fools think I am writing algebra but what I am really writing is geometry.

It is true, we are such poor navigators that our thoughts, for the most part, stand off and on upon a harborless coast, are conversant only with the bights of the bays of poesy, or steer for the public ports of entry, and go into the dry docks of science, where they merely refit for this world, and no natural currents concur to individualize them.

Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will be thinking about love til the stars run away and the shadows eaten the moon.

Consciousness is a vast ocean and thinking is the waves & ripples on the surface of the ocean.

What I really want from Music: That it be cheerful and profound like an afternoon in October.

Love must be as much a light as it is a flame.

Keep looking below surface appearances. Don't shrink from doing so just because you might not like what you find.

I perceive that we inhabitants of New England live this mean life that we do because our vision does not penetrate the surface ofthings. We think that that is which appears to be.

You might see nothing in him. I see everything in him.

Consciousness is the mere surface of our minds, of which, as of the earth, we do not know the inside, but only the crust.