Unfathomed Depths Quotes

Each moment is a place you've never been.

You are more than you think you are. There are dimensions of your being and a potential for realization and consciousness that are not included in your concept of yourself. Your life is much deeper and broader than you conceive it to be here. What you are living is but a fractional inkling of what is really within you, what gives you life, breadth, and depth.

From inaccessible mountain range by way of desert untrod by human foot to the ends of the unknown seas, the breath of the everlasting creative spirit is felt, rejoicing over every speck of dust that hearkens to it and lives.

There is no terra incognito left.

My career is like an artichoke. People might think that the leaves are tasty and buttered up and delicious, and they don't even know that there's something magical hidden at the base of it. There's a whole other side of me that people didn't know existed.

Here. Where I am anonymous and alone in a white room with no history and no parading. So I can make something unknown in the shape of this room. Where I am King of Corners.

We are true to our name. We're somewhat beneath the surface, and I think well always be to a certain extent.

I think I'm a lot more complicated than my looks might indicate.

There were so many levels to the unknown, from safe to dangerous to outright nebulous, scariest of all.

Thou hast seen nothing yet.

The mind is like an iceberg, it floats with one-seventh of its bulk above water.

We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.

I feel, sometimes, as the renaissance man must have felt in finding new riches at every point and in the certainty that unexplored areas of knowledge and experience await at every turn.

I still feel like there are a lot of things in me that people haven't seen. My soul hasn't been bared yet.

There is a lot of the world that is undiscovered.

We say 'forest' but this word is made of the unknown, the unfamiliar, the unencompassed. The earth. Clods of dirt. Pebbles. On a clear day you rest among ordinary, everyday things that have been familiar to you since childhood, grass, bushes, a dog (or a cat), a chair, but that changes when you realize that every object is an enormous army, an inexhaustible swarm.

To the man who cherishes a secret in his breast, there is a still greater secret unexplored. Our most indifferent acts may be a matter for secrecy, but whatever we do with the utmost truthfulness and integrity, by virtue of its pureness, must be transparent as light.

It soon became obvious that we were but on the threshold of the discovery.

Ronald Reagan was so self-contained and impenetrable that his official biographer was practically driven mad trying to figure him out.