Best 569 of Deep quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 18 Sep

Hubert Martin

She was beauty and intelligence stitched together with no seams She lived in a world with no difference between reality and dreams Excellence as habit, she was much more than simple flesh and bone She walked in the way that forced her presence to be known If I viewed the world in melody, she is the only one I would see She could conquer that world in a day and still have time for tea Soft lips curved in confidence spilling sweetness with every breath Ideas remaining and growing even after the revolving dance of death Fingers curled with the power of creation and the ease with which it came She sat upon a throne as a queen playing the world like a simple game She was fire, and laughter, and the warmth both of them brought She made the idea of perfection appear as a simple afterthought Her body danced with the tidal currents of marvelous desire She could reach the sky in a day and then push on even higher She was the best getting better, the absolute antonym of threshold The words she wrote were gilded, laid heavy with amber glow gold She was one of very many, and yet, she was the only one of them all Her taste made my mouth water, her effect hit me harder than alcohol She was quality, and substance, an actual angel in every way real Her word was solid, it was a better guarantee than a devil with a deal She was better than just human, more like power that has taken shape and form And I the lucky one who holds her close, feels her heartbeat quicken like a storm

By Anonym 15 Sep

Lebo Grand

A deep connection is a level where you are operating at your highest sensual frequency.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Not everyone who talks less or keeps quiet whenever they are with or around you does that because they find you interesting or knowledgeable; some people do that because they find you boring or ignorant.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Some people are each holding on to a lover of theirs who no longer loves them and/or who they no longer love, only because they do not want to have a reason or another reason to be jealous of the person who would eventually be their lover if they let go of them.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Deyth Banger

I know a lot of stuff... but what I will say is that you know very small for what's really on the deep web.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Justin Barricks

When history disappears, you disappear.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Sunday Adelaja

To be recipient to God’s love on earth is to share a deep, intrinsic need to love and be loved

By Anonym 16 Sep

William Peter Blatty

Do you know what she did? Your cunting daughter?

By Anonym 18 Sep

Hubert Martin

Our bodies are made of supernova dust, the epitome of ultimate destruction and shatter. And though we are whole, beings with bodies and souls, with cosmos in our eyes and black heart holes, we love as fiercely as the force of creation.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

If we were not impressed by job titles, suits, and jargon, we would demand that financial advisors show us their personal bank statements before they tell us what we could or should do with our own money.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

There is nothing morally wrong with buying stolen goods, unless you know that they were stolen.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Hubert Martin

You are whole today, looking back at fragments of the past. Such a hollow foundation for such a powerful person.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Sunday Adelaja

Purpose Erases Deep Hurts

By Anonym 16 Sep

Talismanist Giebra

I like a hint but not a full story. I need an exotic star but not the whole universe.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Hubert Martin

In a way, she became the sand to my hourglass... she made watching that trickling sand a little more bearable. I no longer worried about what would happen when the sand ran out. I began to see the spark each grain held as it fell.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Ze Frank

Isn’t it amazing, amazing, amazing that something so specific can be so resonant? These are the filaments, filaments, filaments from that Walt Whitman poem. It makes me think that the thoughts that I have in my head that make me feel the most lonely because I don’t think anyone else thinks them, are also the thoughts that have the most potential that make me feel connected. I just have to get them out some how gossamer thread.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Hubert Martin

I was lost in the moments I decided to keep. To be awake in a dreamless sleep. And in that place between dream and sleep, I planted some more things I would like to keep.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Anthony Liccione

It is better to die, than dive heart-first, into a pool of love, only knee-high deep.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

A premature death does not only rob one of the countless instances where one would have experienced pleasure, it also saves one from the innumerable instances where one would have experienced pain.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Loneliness tortures many if not most of the elderly more intensely and more frequently than it torments many if not most of us who will never be or have not yet been pushed or pulled into old age.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mehmet Murat Ildan

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!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Ryan Lilly

A brand precedes, parallels, and leaves a path behind. What your brand will say, is saying, and has said matters more the deeper we go into the globalized, digitized, connection economy.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Criss Jami

Pride is born as a mountaintop on a valley, but dies as an abyss in which it is too deep and too dark to see the better.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Adam Rapp

Once I heard Dantly tell Welton that the Native Americans used to call that particular part of the morning “between the wolf and the dog” because the sky is so deep blue and spooky or whatever that you can’t tell what’s what. Is that a wolf on that hill or a dog? A man or a monkey? A saint or the devil?

By Anonym 18 Sep

Vera Nazarian

The desert and the ocean are realms of desolation on the surface. The desert is a place of bones, where the innards are turned out, to desiccate into dust. The ocean is a place of skin, rich outer membranes hiding thick juicy insides, laden with the soup of being. Inside out and outside in. These are worlds of things that implode or explode, and the only catalyst that determines the direction of eco-movement is the balance of water. Both worlds are deceptive, dangerous. Both, seething with hidden life. The only veil that stands between perception of what is underneath the desolate surface is your courage. Dare to breach the surface and sink.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Sunday Adelaja

To radiate joy is to reveal deep compassion for hurting people

By Anonym 15 Sep

Md. Ziaul Haque

As the childhood leaves a deep mark in a person’s life, there is a strong influence of childhood in choosing the favourite writer. Say, if someone’s childhood passes amid the village, nature, river etc., then Rabindranath Tagore’s name should appear on top as one of the favourites!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Haruki Murakami

—Dice que hay una piedra dentro de usted. Una piedra blanca y dura. Grande como el puño de un niño. No sabe de dónde ha venido. —¿Una piedra? —dijo Satsuki. —En la piedra hay algo escrito, pero está en japonés y no puede leerlo. Hay trazados unos pequeños caracteres en tinta negra. Es algo muy antiguo, usted debe de llevar muchos años viviendo con ello en su interior. Debe deshacerse de esa piedra. Si no lo hace, esa piedra permanecerá, ella sola, incluso después de que usted haya muerto y hayan incinerado su cuerpo. (Tailandia)

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

The kind of lies that someone tells us gives us an idea of how stupid, knowledgeable, intelligent, or ignorant they are … or they think we are.

By Anonym 20 Sep

Jiddu Krishnamurti

You are this, which does not satisfy, so you want to be that. If there were an understanding of this, would that come into being? Because you do not understand this, you create that, hoping through that to understand or to escape from this.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Some people will hate you for not loving them.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Talismanist Giebra

Stretch your mind to expand your soul.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Hubert Martin

My scars show you I've been strong enough to endure the trauma of the world. My heart has no scars, my heart hangs in tatters only visible to those who see with more than their eyes. And my soul, well, my soul is comprised of pristine shatter, held together only because each individual piece is falling apart. They fall apart the right way though, that's why I still play this facade of being one and whole.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Most poor people do not really aspire to end poverty; they merely aspire to escape it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Lebo Grand

Haunted by the longing to feel something real, deep and magical; I searched for a shared ecstasy... that's when you came along.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Israelmore Ayivor

Building up a dream is like building a room; the foundation must be deep, strong, firm and dependable.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Henry Rollins

I think to myself: I don't want to survive this one I want to burn up in the wreckage

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mehmet Murat Ildan

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

By Anonym 19 Sep

Hubert Martin

These places I traveled through, they were a lot like the people I knew. Some abodes I muddled about for a day or two, others entertained my thoughts for a year or a few. Each place and person gave me wisdom or growth, and, if I was lucky, sometimes I'd get both.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Kehlmann

Ein kurzer Tag zwischen zwei endlos langen Nächten sei das Leben, umso mehr habe man sich der hellen Minuten zu erfreuen und zu tanzen, solange die Sonne noch scheine.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Famine sometimes increases the number of people who are overweight.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Paul Strathern

How do I know anything about the world around me? By the use of my senses. But I can be deceived by my senses, A straight stick looks bent when it is dipped into water. How do I even know that I am awake, that the whole of reality is not a dream? How can I tell it is not a fabric of delusion woven by some malicious cunning demon simply to deceive me? By a process of persistent and comprehensive questioning it is possible to place in doubt the entire fabric of my existence and the world around me, Nothing remains certain. But in the midst of all this there is nevertheless one thing which does remain certain. No matter how deluded I may be in my thoughts about myself and the world, I still know that I am thinking, This alone proves me my existence, In the most famous remark in philosophy, Descartes concludes: 'Cogito ergo sum'-'I think, therefore I am.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Darren Shan

The hands of fate keep time on a heart-shaped clock.

By Anonym 18 Sep

Sanober Khan

Sometimes I think, I need a spare heart to feel all the things I feel.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Garrard Conley

I came to therapy thinking that my sexuality didn’t matter, but it turned out that every part of my personality was intimately connected. Cutting one piece damaged the rest.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Alina Radoi

we are too busy listening to our thoughts that we don't hear the wonderful sounds surrounding us...

By Anonym 17 Sep

Brittni Chenelle

Marriage was the duty of every princess and love was the cost.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Amanda Orneck

Turning his back on the village of Unwin, Chiave lumbered into the forest, barely able to walk under the weight of all he carried.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Rachel Ellynn M.

I hear nothing but the hustle and bustle of the city. Cars with flashing lights zip past me. People talk, some loud, some quiet. I whisper to myself. “This is what it’s like to go unnoticed.” I take in a deep breath and inhale the freezing air. It smells like ice here. Ice and cigarettes.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Patricia Highsmith

Each person carries around in himself a terrible other world of hell and the unknown. It is an enormous pit reaching below the deepest crater of the earth, or it is the thinnest air far beyond the moon. But it is frightening and essentially “unlike” man as he knows himself familiarly, so we spend all our days living at the other antipodes of ourself.