Hans Christian Andersen Quotes

There are depths to the human soul that should not be fathomed.

There is a very pensive and intense side to me that even I did not know someone could capture.

The gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.

There's a sea secret in me / it's plain to see it is rising / but I must be flowing liquid diamonds / calling for my soul / at the corners of the world

The unfolding of the bare human soul...that is what interests me.

My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.

For those who immerse themselves in what the fairy tale has to communicate, it becomes a deep, quiet pool which at first seems to reflect only our own image; but behind it we soon discover the inner turmoils of our soul - its depth, and ways to gain peace within ourselves and with the world, which is the reward of our struggles.

Beyond the beauty, the sex, the titillation, the surface, there is a human being. And that has to emerge.

I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy.

Even ordinary people aren't ordinary, not really. They're filled up with thoughts and feelings that you might never know are there until they suddenly materialise.

Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl?

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

I'm as moody and complex and private as anyone I ever knew.

The heart of another is a dark forest.

'The Good Parts' is me telling as much as I can of the deeper sides of myself that I haven't shared before. It's like an onion that gets deeper every time you cut it.

The experiences and feelings I have are starting to outweigh the words available to explain them.

I like being able to play women that are growing or aren't easy to love. Maybe they are really likable, but they're annoying because they're not tapping into who they're suppose to be. You're watching them, and you're like, 'Oh, why does she keep making this decision?'

What can I say? I'm a complicated guy.

You walked in, laughing, tears welling confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?

Go deeper than love, for the soul has greater depths, love is like the grass, but the heart is deep wild rock molten, yet dense and permanent. Go down to your deep old heart, and lose sight of yourself. And lose sight of me, the me whom you turbulently loved. Let us lose sight of ourselves, and break the mirrors. For the fierce curve of our lives is moving again to the depths out of sight, in the deep living heart.

We knew so little about eachother. We lay mostly submerged, like ice floes with our visible social selves projecting only cool and white. Here was a rare sight below the waves, of a man's privacy and turmoil, of his dignity upended by the overpowering necessity of pure fantasy, pure thought, by the irreducible human element - Mind.

Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.

O strong soul, by what shore Tarriest thou now? For that force, Surely, has not been left vain!

In my life, I find that in sobriety, I feel much more. And I have much more depth.

Every man supposes himself not to be fully understood; and if there is any truth in him, if he rests at last on the divine soul, I see not how it can be otherwise. The last chamber, the last closet, he must feel, was never opened; there is always a residuum unknown, unanalyzable. That is, every man believes that he has a greater possibility.