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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.
PAPER TOWERS The library was on the second floor of the House, not far from my room. It had two floors—the first held the majority of the books and a balcony wrapped in a wrought-iron railing held another set. It was a cavalcade of tomes, all in immaculate rows, and with study carrels and tables thrown in for good measure. It was my home away from home(away from home. I walked inside and paused for a moment to breathe in the scent of paper and dust—the perfumes of knowledge. The library was empty of patrons as far as I could tell, but I could hear the rhythmic squeal of a library cart somewhere in the rows. I followed them down until I found the dark-haired vampire shelving books with mechanical precision. I knew him only as “the librarian.” He was a fount of information, and he had a penchant for leaving books outside my door.
The will is the energy that strengthens our inclinations and empowers our convictions. Without this energy we are just puppets controlled by strings we do not see.
You have had me spinning for days, for I am drunk off the words that flow endlessly from your deep red lips that taste of wine.
Most poor people do not really aspire to end poverty; they merely aspire to escape it.
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.
True peace is not found in external circumstances, but within ones own heart.
...4-5-6: when time escapes the day in its most beautiful way. She starves for that beauty, she longs to quench her limitless thirst, but those moments are so fleeting and their limit is her unrest. Her bones are hollow and heavy as she takes a single step, and in that instant she is gone, blinded by the flash of a stray ray of light, her eyes close in that moment and stars flood her night. She falls forward slow, counting the half seconds of her descent. Her eyes stay closed, her thoughts are spent.
Imitating someone is the mediocre way of getting humanity back to what we evolved from.
What happens to sanity when you chain it to a wall?
My personal aim for love is not money, sex and/or a royal wedding, but it's having an ever-growing and ever-deepening connection with the one I choose to be with. Connection is so underrated in this day an age, and it's the most authentic thing ever, much like sensuality.
Millions of sane people would each be sexually attracted to their own parent or child if they were not related to them.
We are way less likely to love someone just because they love us than we are to hate someone just because they hate us.
Deep” to me connotes intellectual rigor, not fashionable obscurity or the unnecessarily academic.
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.
With ravenous passion and reckless ambition he forged his thoughts into words, obsessed with the notion that dying would not be the last thing he would do.
The best thing about emotions is that they are contagious.
She was carmine shadows reflecting from my crimson words. Every pulse sent a velvet ripple through the shade. Every breath, a scarlet pause.
Prot: I'm not tired. Brewer: I am. Prot: Perhaps you're getting too much sleep. All your beings seem to sleep a lot. Is that because it's so awful to be awake?
The universe is so vast, so immense, we can never expect to explore it all. It is in effect, not so much a final frontier as an ultimate frontier; the ultimate frontier – as wide as it is deep. Stars shine coldly in the unimaginable blackness. Out of the darkness, a tiny speck caught the distant light of stars – a tiny gray speck that, as it moved, seemed to grow larger, catching the light just so until it revealed itself to be a ship.
As we all know, as if forever exploiting or attempting to exploit each other were not enough, a group of sane human beings who have just reached the end of a war against a common enemy of theirs will sooner or later start or continue killing and/or fighting against each other.
Writing's much more romantic when its pen and ink and paper. It's... More timeless. and worthwhile. Think about it. There are so many words gushing out into the universe these days. All digitally. All in Comic Sans or Times New Roman. Silly Websites. Stupid news stories digitally uploaded to a 24-hour channel. Where's all this writing going? Who's keeping a note of it all? Who's in charge of deciding what's worthwhile and what isn't? But back then... Back then, if someone wanted to write something they had to buy paper. Buy it! And ink. And a pen. And they couldn't waste too many sheets cos it was expensive. So when people wrote, they wrote because it was worthwhile... not just because they had some half-baked idea and they wanted to pointlessly prove their existence by sharing it on some bloody social networking site.
Most of us cling to life as if our existence were a result of our deed or choice.
Michael Bassey Johnson
Love at infancy is the strongest and puriest of all, it is mixed with infatuation and deep happiness.
The more we know, the deeper we will understand our topic, so it will be easier to implement it
Each day we kill a compulsive love with our impulsive actions.
My pain is the real cure. Because it makes me go deep into my soul!
If all you do it "live with it"... then that's not much of a life.
All my past heartache and pain suddenly made sense. That was who I would not be to the person who deserves the best of me.
It was the end for something. It was the beginning for another. But in reality it just fell in the middle. In that confusing moment of time between my birth and my death.
I had embraced you... long before i hugged you.
Haunted by the longing to feel something real, deep and magical; I searched for a shared ecstasy... that's when you came along.
It is morning, John Mayer Concert Tee. I have a series of problems that cannot be solved.
As I watched the sky morph shades of amber and amethyst, of fiery orange and smoldering pink, I always wondered if colors and images like these once inspired the greats before us to construct their beauty and masterpieces.
I was driving deep into the ocean of my mind and discovering hidden treasures!
Dass man, wenn man sehr müde ist, sagt, man sei todmüde, fiel mir ein, und dass man, wenn man todmüde ist, doch voller Leben ist, und wenn man lebensmüde ist, schon dem Tod nahe.
Once the roots of love have grown deep and firm, the flowers will keep on blooming!
Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache
The warmth of summer, the richness of expansion that creates the perfect environment for a body that wants to feel at least the illusion of warmth on top of its' old persevering soul that dwells within. This season, I no longer try to reach for that external warmth, but rather pray to find that spark that could light me up from deep inside. I trust my intuition and I know it is near, if only my eyes wouldn't be blinded by the sun.
To which hand do I choose to strike with when both hands are guided by the same heart?
Yeah. I know why she cuts. I just don’t know the seed-reason. It’s deep inside her, and it’ll take time and patience to get it out of her.
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.
I want to hold my breath for as long as it takes. I want to stop breathing just long enough to know what it would be like to be totally sitll. Like being a cough away from death. Not really there- not really here.
It only took a corny joke, but the smile I saw shone brighter than a glare, more profound than a star. And the best thing... it was so genuine. It was so her. I never thought I could fall more in love.
Purpose Erases Deep Hurts
How deep and passionate your relationship will grow will depend on how in touch you are with your own sensuality.
I always deemed myself a one chance person, if you hurt me or betray me, then I'm done with you. As I grew older and the scars of wisdom imprinted on my soul and chest, I realized a second chance took a monumental amount of strength and some people deserve a chance to right their wrongs. Now, I would gladly allow another the opportunity to cauterize their wounds at the risk of ripping open my tight-knit scars. I would bleed for you and feel alive rather than watch with cold eyes as you decay.
Eric Jerome Dickey
A woman of European heritage sporting a preacher's collar had the opposite effect of a Muslim woman wearing a hijab. She used her privilege and the favored religion to look like a golden child.
It’s my broken sore mending the unbreakable A deep shaken hollow from the unshakeable
When the darkness came for Dottie, it was quick and it was total.
Michael Bassey Johnson
In every problem, there's a concealed solution...locking itself underneath...unlock,peruse,find and solve.