#depth

And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. ↗

— Khalil Gibran

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There are many secrets in us, in the depths of our souls, that we don't want anyone to know about. ↗

— Charles Durning

#anyone #depths #know #many #our

Don't count out other amazing programming like Frontline. You will still find more hours of in-depth news programming, investigative journalism and analysis on PBS than on any other outlet. ↗

— Gwen Ifill

#analysis #any #count #find #hours

Time in its irresistible and ceaseless flow carries along on its flood all created things and drowns them in the depths of obscurity. ↗

— Anna Comnena

#carries #ceaseless #created #depths #drowns

Only he, who penetrates into the depth of the game, can express his personality in it. ↗

— Vladimir Kramnik

#express #game #his #into #only

I'd like to do policy and I'd like to do philosophy, I'd like to be able to get into the depth, into the meat of the argument - that's the kind of stuff I want to do. ↗

— Jonathan Krohn

#argument #depth #get #i #into

The nation that complacently and fearfully allows its artists and writers to become suspected rather than respected is no longer regarded as a nation possessed with humor or depth. ↗

— James Thurber

#artists #become #depth #humor #longer

I don't have them down here asking me what my urban agenda is. I don't find them really doing in-depth stories on community-based organizations that have been struggling for a long time and who are out trying to get funds. They aren't interested in those stories. ↗

— Maxine Waters

#asking #been #community-based #doing #down

Do not hover always on the surface of things, nor take up suddenly with mere appearances; but penetrate into the depth of matters, as far as your time and circumstances allow, especially in those things which relate to your profession. ↗

— Isaac Watts

#always #appearances #as far as #circumstances #depth

It slowly began to dawn on me that I had been staring at her for an impossible amount of time. Lost in my thoughts, lost in the sight of her. But her face didn't look offended or amused. It almost looked as if she were studying the lines of my face, almost as if she were waiting. I wanted to take her hand. I wanted to brush her cheek with my fingertips. I wanted to tell her that she was the first beautiful thing that I had seen in three years. The sight of her yawning to the back of her hand was enough to drive the breath from me. How I sometimes lost the sense of her words in the sweet fluting of her voice. I wanted to say that if she were with me then somehow nothing could ever be wrong for me again. In that breathless second I almost asked her. I felt the question boiling up from my chest. I remember drawing a breath then hesitating--what could I say? Come away with me? Stay with me? Come to the University? No. Sudden certainty tightened in my chest like a cold fist. What could I ask her? What could I offer? Nothing. Anything I said would sound foolish, a child's fantasy. I closed my mouth and looked across the water. Inches away, Denna did the same. I could feel the heat of her. She smelled like road dust, and honey, and the smell the air holds seconds before a heavy summer rain. Neither of us spoke. I closed my eyes. The closeness of her was the sweetest, sharpest thing I had ever known. ↗

— Patrick Rothfuss

#depth #description #love-interest #romance #sadness