Best 541 quotes in «deep quotes» category

Its better to regrets what you did, than regret what you didn't do.

It’s my broken sore mending the unbreakable A deep shaken hollow from the unshakeable

It's only in the finer points that it gets complicated and contentious, the inability to realize that no matter what our religion or gender or race or geographic background, we all have about 98 percent in common with each other. Yes, the differences between male and female are biological, but if you look at biology as a matter of percentage, there aren't a whole lot of things that are different. Race is different purely as a social construct, not as an inherent difference. And religion - whether you believe in God or Yahweh or Allah or something else, odds are that at heart you want the same things. For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, and most of the conflict in the world comes from that.

It's the problem with mistakes, they tend to linger.

It takes a strong heart to feel deep!

It's just life, Will. It'll be over before we know it.

It's your heart. No one else gets a say in that.

It was a slow fall, through warm experiences and good laughs. It didn't even feel like love until I got to the end. Even then, it was not the hard surface of rock, but the scorching embrace of more.

It was a burden on all her muscles. A hollow deeper than her bones. She braced herself though, she knew why Atlas stood so tall.

It was as if when he left he'd taken some of the screws that held her together and now all she could do was walk around all wonky and falling apart

It was like that time on the phone, how I said I was scared you’d forget about me. The way you said that’s a chance you’ll have to take was said with such a deep repressed sadness.

It was like trying to think about what he’d be thinking if he never existed. He wouldn’t be thinking about what he was thinking. He just wouldn’t exist. It wouldn’t hurt.

It was her eyes. Soft, meadow-shade eyes with frostbitten edges. Every glance casually held gossamer infinity. Every stare revealed inky black abyss with a hint of divinity.

I've hidden memories in boxes inside my head before. Sometimes it's the only way to deal with things.

It was then that I realized. There are a thousand ways to break a girl...but it only takes one to kill her. -Alyssa 'Blame It on the Pain

I was driving deep into the ocean of my mind and discovering hidden treasures!

I was burdened with an ever-growing heart on the verge of decay. To save myself, I had to give many pieces of my love away. I hope I can give it all to someone, someday.

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.

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 wanted nothing more than her attention. Her thoughts filled with me. Her eyes lost in my image. I wanted her so badly I didn't even realize I lost myself in the process. Now, when I look in the mirror, I only see her... where is me?

I wanted to know every story behind the scars on her curves. I wanted to decipher the whispers hidden beneath her every breath. I wanted to unravel her with my hands.

I want to be extraordinarily ordinary. I believe that's the most extraordinary a person can possibly be.

I was out of sorts. They are deep, my sorts, a deep ditch, and I am not often out of them.

I was the wings that kept her aloft, while the churning sea of reality nipped at her feet. I kept her from drowning, but I still felt bad, that her toes had to experience such dreadful cold.

I was talking about time. It`s so hard for me to believe in it. Some things go. Pass on. Some things just stay. I used to think it`s just my rememory. You know. Some things you forget. Other things you never do. But it`s not. [...] What I remember is a picture floating around out there outside my head. I mean, even if I don`t think it, even if I die, the picture of what I did, or knew, or saw is still out there. [...] Someday you be walking down the road and you hear something or see something going on. So clear. And you think it`s you thinking it up. A thought picture. But no. It`s when you bump into a rememory that belongs to somebody else.

I went to public school but kept to myself. When you live in a brothel, you don't want anyone coming to your home.

I wear my past around my shoulders as a fine, but worn, cloak. Don't be fooled by my cloak's appearance, I have a three piece underneath.

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.

Loneliness is the fare that you pay to be free.

Love at infancy is the strongest and puriest of all, it is mixed with infatuation and deep happiness.

Many a death was precipitated by the food, the job, or the medication whose main function was to postpone it.

Many a survivor of a plane crash who is or was against cannibalism and had never eaten human flesh once found themselves in a situation where they had to either eat human flesh, or go the way of all flesh.

Many of the boys and men who are regarded as immature by some females are so deemed merely because they do not want to get married someday … or soon.

Marriage is deep. Don't marry someone shallow, it will cause both of you to drown

I was running in circles, I hurt myself, just to find my purpose. Everything was so worthless, I didn't deserve this, but to me you were perfect.

Look deep into 'Nothingness' & then you will understand the nature of time better.

Lynn said, "The blue of the sky is one of the most special colors in the world, because the color is deep but see-through both at the same time. What did I just say?" "The sky is special." "The ocean is like that too, and people's eyes." She turned her head toward me and waited. I said, "The ocean and people's eyes are special too." That's how I learned about eyes, sky, and ocean: the three special, deep, colored, see-through things. I turned to Lynnie. Her eyes were deep and black, like mine.

Many if not most slaves would have each readily jumped, and many if not most slaves would each readily jump, at the opportunity to be a master, if such an opportunity presents or had presented itself.

Many people wonder what it means or feels like to go deep. For me, DEEP means finding new adventures within your soul. It's a spiritual affair. It's about NOT being ashamed of who you are. And it feels like... well, drowning in sensory pleasure or worship.

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

Millions of sane people would each be sexually attracted to their own parent or child if they were not related to them.

Miranda was dark, like a midnight sky. But as she fell, her eyes shone like stars themselves.

More often than not, an inspirational or motivational speaker is someone who makes money from telling us that we can do all of the things that we can do … and pretty much all of the things that we cannot do.

More often than not, expecting to lose weight without first losing the diet that made the weight loss necessary is like expecting a pig to be spotless after hosing it down while it was still rolling in mud.

More often than not- Life moves really fast! It's only for you to pause and breathe! Sadly, none else can do that for you!

most of the times it’s the hardest to say what I love more you or your memory.

Most of us cling to life as if our existence were a result of our deed or choice.

Most people do kiss and tell; most of them just don’t tell many people.

Most sane human beings who are over the age of six usually act or react not as per what they genuinely feel or really think but in accordance with the expectations of those around them.

Most sane human beings who have managed to attain and retain fame each uses it to dramatically increase their name’s chances of being remembered until Jesus comes back, since their heart cannot do what they consciously or unconsciously lust for, that is to say, for it to beat until Jesus returns.