depth

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Her eyes were celadon saucers but bottomless, of such great depth that she could take in the knowledge of whole worlds and have room in that gaze for still more.

Blue is the most common eye color in Oria Province, but there is something different about his eyes and I'm not sure what it is. More depth? I wonder what he sees when he looks at me. If he seems to have depth to me, do I seem shallow and transparent to him?

For those who wander in the depths, there is nothing deep!

Superficial cannot discover the deep, because both live in different levels and likewise the deep cannot meet the deepest! Change your level to reach at different levels!

What lies behind the innocent looks? What lies behind the kind words? What lies behind the gentle smiles? Do not remain on the surface of the things; go behind them so that you can compare the seen with the unseen, the surface with the depth to find out whether they are the same or not!

In our deepest moments we say the most inadequate things.

I can't fathom my love for you, but I know that it makes me want to drown inside of you.

I didn't know someone whom I wasn't seeking, could make me feel like I didn't need to search anymore.

Writing is like painting. You sketch it, add colour, add depth and detail. You give it a final layer and then hang it proudly.

Stop fishing for deep sea perch in a pond, because when you reel in gold fish, you__l only end up disappointed. In time the thrill of catching will wear off, and then you__l realise it__ not the deep sea dwelling creature you were truly after.See when your own depths match that of the ocean, you will eventually need to accept that no pond can fill you.

The only depth where I can breathe, and don't need to fight for air, is in your love.

We look into each other's eyes as we shake. His are still full of death and horror, but in them I see my face reflected, and inside my tiny eyes inside his, I think I see some hope.

I wonder if ever again Americans can have that experience of returning to a home place so intimately known, profoundly felt, deeply loved, and absolutely submitted to? It is not quite true that you can't go home again. I have done it, coming back here. But it gets less likely. We have had too many divorces, we have consumed too much transportation, we have lived too shallowly in too many places.

the sapphire depthof my own love...startlesand warmsand wounds my soul.

I don__ much care for all this talk of God washing away all my dirt. I like a bit of grit around the edges. It gives me character and does a passable job of faking depth, from a distance.

Ultimate prosperity is one's value within. It takes a man of depth, morality, and charm to be envied yet without a sign of wealth or romance. A passion to prove such inner worth is his permission to achieve whatever he desires.

We have tried to run from our love, but our souls crave this magic.