Books, which we mistake for consolation, only add depth to our sorrow.
Man does indeed know intuitively more than he rationally understands. The question, however , is how we can gain access to the potentials of the knowledge contained in the depth of us, how we can achieve increased capacities of direct intuition and enlarged awareness.
When I was about 13 I realised girls weren't going to kiss me because I was a gigantic, weird looking creature from the depths. I was like 6 ft. aged 11.
If the movie's well made and it's about things that count, people will ultimately see the depth in it.
Julius Tallow was a fool. He appeared complacent, but like a weak swimmer out of his depth, his legs were kicking frantically under the surface, trying to keep him afloat. Whatever happened, Nathaniel did not intend to sink with him.
The veneration of Mary is inscribed in the very depths of the human heart
The image itself is kind of the least important factor to me, though I'm still interested in putting forth an interesting image. I see the image as the screen laid over top of what really interests me, which is that depth of surface and that filmic quality that it has when you pass the piece. The idea that my pieces look like paintings, but are most definitely not, is really interesting to me.
But the miracle of the redemptive reality of God is that the worst and the vilest offender can never exhaust the depths of His love.
How a man perceives substance dictates the amount of substance in a man. To know the depth of anyone's true substance, simply measure the weight of what consumes and excites their inner drive.
Perhaps the depth of love can be calibrated by the number of different selves that are actively involved in a given relationship.
Perhaps it is not such a bad marriage after all? There are innumerable marriages where two people, both twisted and wrong in their depths, are well matched, making each other miserable in the way they need, in the way the pattern of their life demands.
Women writers lift themselves up from the depths; as they rise, each brings with her what she is able to carry.
Tell me", he wanted to say, "everything in the whole world" - for he had the wildest, most absurd, extravagant ideas about poets and poetry - but how to speak to a man who does not see you? who sees ogres, satyrs, perhaps the depth of the sea instead?
Black is the absence of all color. White is the presence of all colors. I suppose life must be one or the other. On the whole, though, I think I would prefer color to its absence. But then black does add depth and texture to color. Perhaps certain shades of gray are necessary to a complete palette. Even unrelieved black. Ah, a deep philosophical question. Is black necessary to life, even a happy life? Could we ever be happy if we did not at least occasionally experience misery?
The goths are beautiful, a vast depth of subcultural, aesthetic and poetic ideas, and we would identify with that as we did back in 1979. But not the post modern distortion. . . the costume without the brain.
I have plumbed the depth of human cowardice and I realized that there is only one way to be right, and that is to be in power.
It is much easier to meet with error than to find truth; error is on the surface, and can be more easily met with; truth is hid in great depths, the way to seek does not appear to all the world.
In my life, I find that in sobriety, I feel much more. And I have much more depth.
He's out of his depth on a wet pavement.
I have depth. I've read Proust. No, wait, that was Pooh. Winnie the Pooh. My bad" Charley Davidson.