depth

There is a wide yawning black infinity. In every direction the extension is endless, the sensation of depth is overwhelming. And the darkness is immortal. Where light exists, it is pure, blazing, fierce; but light exists almost nowhere, and the blackness itself is also pure and blazing and fierce. But most of all, there is very nearly nothing in the dark; except for little bits here and there, often associated with the light, this infinite receptacle is empty.This picture is strangely frightening. It should be familiar. It is our universe.Even these stars, which seem so numerous, are, as sand, as dust, or less than dust, in the enormity of the space in which there is nothing. Nothing! We are not without empathetic terror when we open Pascal__ Pensées and read, 'I am the great silent spaces between wo

What stays with you longest and deepest? Of curious panics, of hard-fought engagements or sieges tremendous what deepest remains?

...there is a danger of churning out students who are rapid processors of information but may not necessarily be more reflective, thoughtful, and able to give sustained consideration to the information that matters most.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

Those who are arrogant and controlling are determined to cling to spoken words but peaceful hearts are unafraid to go deeper beneath the surface.

Dictionaries stop where the heart starts.

Of everythingI have ever endured,YOUareMy Favourite Tragedy.

In your search for a rich or wealthy man to complete you, standup to the challenges of deserving a right man, and what you will have in the end is a well-rounded partner.

I crave intimate love. Words that make my soul dance, a touch that gives me goosebumps, eye contact that electrifies my entire body, a kiss that could have me questioning whose air I am breathing.

I can't help but feel, across oceans and vast fields we will connect again. What we share is too rare to let go of for good but sometimes we have to accept, the timing isn't right.

Our lives consist of a series of internal battles, deep within us, where weapons don't exist and technology is unable to create devices that better the best of yesterday. Our knowledge is our only defense; caution, our only friend.

The depth of our compassion is proportional to the depth of our living. (65)

In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love come to life again and fill it with majesty and exaltation. And those who come together in the nights and are entwined in rocking delight perform a solemn task and gather sweetness, depth, and strength for the song of some future poet, who will appear in order to say ecstasies that are unsayable.

The length, the depth and the strength of your relationship is determined more by your compatibility in the difficult times than by your compatibility in the better times.

A small world where people know each other, and still so deep, able to get lost.

Is the height of my chara joy dependent on the depths of my eucharisteo thanks?

Remember, sex is never a thing you just had. Sex is the intercourse, the merging or convergence, of who the two of you are__our spirits merging. People ask, __ow was it for you?_ The reply is often, __t was great._ But is this really the right question and answer? Instead, personalize your question and ask, __ow are you?_ Respond with depth. Gaze into each other__ eyes and speak your truth: ____ over the moon,_ or __ love you,_ or __ melted and I__ just coming back into myself.

We are more than the person who wakes each day. We are the dreams of the previous night and the nightmares of the week before.