a measure of how far something descends from the surface, also used in conjunction with height and width. also means something about emotional strength or amount of knowledge.
I love to write. Writing helps me get in depth with my thoughts, my dreams, my imagination. Writing helps me express how I feel and sometimes how I view the world. It helps me take people to another world, make them experience something new.
she didn’t show much depth, she seemed like a blank slate. or maybe just a book with lots of words but no meaning… I read through briefly, but lost interest quickly.
The drop down looked amazingly deep but there was no way she was going to let the evil witch ever take her soul from her sister, so without hesitation she jumped, closing her eyes so the depth couldn’t make her anymore scared for her life than she already was.
depth. What is depth? Is it tangible, or literal, or is it more a perception? What do we perceive depth to be? Profoundness perhaps? But what is profoundness? Who decides what it is that makes something … deep?
i see depth as the depth of character… how true something is, how deep one can get in understanding this universe and nature. depth is beauty…. every thing has beauty in its depth. i want to have depth.
there’s so much depth in the way he talks. I can tell he’s really thinking. there’s so much meaning, so much depth. the way he asks his questions, the way his eyes twinkle. he’s so handsome, a man of depth.
Something very deep with a lot of detail maybe. When you go in depth with something you are going into detail. Depth is good with a lot of stuff unless it’s something like talking about your sex adventure last night to a conservative couple..that wouldnt be good to go in depth about! :)
Depth describes a long way down. Much like a cave sinking into my soul. In that cave many scary things occur but at the end I hope to find happiness in that dark cave. It’s so dark I’m unable to see until I bump right into it.
I fell into a deep hole. Never able to reach my hands up and climb out. Now I am stuck here. Alone. Nobody has stopped to help or even noticed I am gone. Life just keeps moving past me, like I have dissolved into nothing.
Water. The feeling of being in it over my head. Out of my depth. The idea that i am a poser and what i am doing is beyond my capabilities. A quality i look for in friends, as well as humor.
how deep is the ocean? how deep is my being? shallow as a child’s kiddie pool or as deep as the pacific? I don’t know myself any better than I know you.
The weights pulled me down into the murky depth. My struggling did little to improve my situation, if anything. I pulled at the cords that restrained my hands, but it was useless. It seemed my fate was sealed.
Omg!! This is my word. This is the word that determines how I choose my friends, how I converse, how I try to live. This is the greatest compliment I can think to give a conversation and the word I try desperately to emulate/live-by.
I have met a wide variety of people in my life, all of them with varying depth. I found that most people are quite shallow, either stubborn or ignorant.
A grand degree of ideas are defined as posessing depth, from natural wonders such as rivers (the congo river is 750 feet deep, for example), or one’s own thoughts (in synonym: profundity). Regardless of the way this word is misconstrued in everyday situations, the deepest sentence is this: Stars glow in the Dark. Think about it.
The depth of my feelings was so extreme it was almost painful. This was foreign to me. Competely unheard of. I was digging so far down into myself I thought I would hit rock bottom, but it just got deeper…
Swimming in our backyard pool when I was a kid. 8 feet deep. I could dive to the bottom and find a penny because I could swim with my eyes open. I was a good swimmer. Not fast, but determined. Brave. Nothing scared me then. Nothing.
while it looked endless, its depth was visable, and without another thought, she jumped in. that day was the best day she had with her whole family at the lake.
Depth is a funny thing, Lea thinks as she stares into the abyss. It is dark, and cold, and she shivers. Her feet slip, just a little bit…and she falls into the deep.
I think of character. Of what I see behind someone’s eyes. Of souls and love and caring. Depth of feeling. Longing. Sinking into their eyes, behind the surface, to discover who they really are.
Fathoms below…darkness and tiny luminescent creatures. A hidden world.
Depth…not just for oceans but for people. Hidden below…feelings, desires, talents, plans, secrets. Plunge into them …but take caution. Some people never return from the depths.
The depth of the shallows was not quite worthy of the name. Frank was worried as he slowly eased his way in. There was no telling what lay in the murkiest depths below, the shallows had too much depth.
I remember streaming off to the dock, and leaping, leaping into the night sky. The coolness rushed past my face, into my nose, ears, mouth. I looked up to the pitch of night and breathed in the gleaming stars, and thought, it’s going to rain.
depth, lots of things are related to depth, emotional depth, ocean depth, it kinda rhymes with death which is pretty funny i guess. Depth implies deepness, like a vagina. Vaginas can be deep, so can oceans, they can both die too, which ties into death
what is the depth of your brain or the depth u will go to get high as fuck and let the world spin around you. to let go and live to relax and not think just think of your depth. thank you
I hold my nose and jump
engulfed in the waves
I sink like a stone till I find a spot
snuggly on the bottom of the ocean floor
Waiting for someone to dive in after me
Until then
I relax breathless
I know no one in depth. My best friends, family, no one. I know the wind stirs the Aspen trees in town, that’s my depth. To anyone, they would say I’m void. But I’m not, I don’t know everyone’s story, but I know in depth that I observe and I notice.
The depth of the ocean is where the Lord casts my sins. I no longer have to be burdened by the weight of my sin, for it is in the depths of the sea, nowhere to ever be retreived.
Into the depths, we go, dying and drowning. Life is measured in depth, not length. That’s what Emerson said. He knew what he was talking about – I don’t doubt it for a second.
far into the abyss, where no one can find you and you are alone.
a measure of how far something descends from the surface, also used in conjunction with height and width. also means something about emotional strength or amount of knowledge.
I love to write. Writing helps me get in depth with my thoughts, my dreams, my imagination. Writing helps me express how I feel and sometimes how I view the world. It helps me take people to another world, make them experience something new.
she didn’t show much depth, she seemed like a blank slate. or maybe just a book with lots of words but no meaning… I read through briefly, but lost interest quickly.
Your eyes carry so much depth in them. They speak to me. They tell me of the sadness you so desperately try to keep hidden.
Your eyes call to me.
Like the sounds of a small crying child, they make me want to hold you; to protect you. To keep you safe.
The drop down looked amazingly deep but there was no way she was going to let the evil witch ever take her soul from her sister, so without hesitation she jumped, closing her eyes so the depth couldn’t make her anymore scared for her life than she already was.
depth. What is depth? Is it tangible, or literal, or is it more a perception? What do we perceive depth to be? Profoundness perhaps? But what is profoundness? Who decides what it is that makes something … deep?
i see depth as the depth of character… how true something is, how deep one can get in understanding this universe and nature. depth is beauty…. every thing has beauty in its depth. i want to have depth.
profundo
deep
ocean
mar
fish
animals
thinking
study
heart
pozo
language
poem
deep
johnny depp
there’s so much depth in the way he talks. I can tell he’s really thinking. there’s so much meaning, so much depth. the way he asks his questions, the way his eyes twinkle. he’s so handsome, a man of depth.
Something very deep with a lot of detail maybe. When you go in depth with something you are going into detail. Depth is good with a lot of stuff unless it’s something like talking about your sex adventure last night to a conservative couple..that wouldnt be good to go in depth about! :)
Depth describes a long way down. Much like a cave sinking into my soul. In that cave many scary things occur but at the end I hope to find happiness in that dark cave. It’s so dark I’m unable to see until I bump right into it.
I fell into a deep hole. Never able to reach my hands up and climb out. Now I am stuck here. Alone. Nobody has stopped to help or even noticed I am gone. Life just keeps moving past me, like I have dissolved into nothing.
Water. The feeling of being in it over my head. Out of my depth. The idea that i am a poser and what i am doing is beyond my capabilities. A quality i look for in friends, as well as humor.
how deep is the ocean? how deep is my being? shallow as a child’s kiddie pool or as deep as the pacific? I don’t know myself any better than I know you.
The weights pulled me down into the murky depth. My struggling did little to improve my situation, if anything. I pulled at the cords that restrained my hands, but it was useless. It seemed my fate was sealed.
Omg!! This is my word. This is the word that determines how I choose my friends, how I converse, how I try to live. This is the greatest compliment I can think to give a conversation and the word I try desperately to emulate/live-by.
If only you could see into the depth of my soul
If you knew the bell as it tolls
If you felt the pain inside
waiting for someone in which to confide
I have met a wide variety of people in my life, all of them with varying depth. I found that most people are quite shallow, either stubborn or ignorant.
A grand degree of ideas are defined as posessing depth, from natural wonders such as rivers (the congo river is 750 feet deep, for example), or one’s own thoughts (in synonym: profundity). Regardless of the way this word is misconstrued in everyday situations, the deepest sentence is this: Stars glow in the Dark. Think about it.
The depth of my feelings was so extreme it was almost painful. This was foreign to me. Competely unheard of. I was digging so far down into myself I thought I would hit rock bottom, but it just got deeper…
Swimming in our backyard pool when I was a kid. 8 feet deep. I could dive to the bottom and find a penny because I could swim with my eyes open. I was a good swimmer. Not fast, but determined. Brave. Nothing scared me then. Nothing.
while it looked endless, its depth was visable, and without another thought, she jumped in. that day was the best day she had with her whole family at the lake.
perception. ocean. caves. glasses. jeffrey wears glasses. your eyes are so blue. that building.
Depth is a funny thing, Lea thinks as she stares into the abyss. It is dark, and cold, and she shivers. Her feet slip, just a little bit…and she falls into the deep.
I think of character. Of what I see behind someone’s eyes. Of souls and love and caring. Depth of feeling. Longing. Sinking into their eyes, behind the surface, to discover who they really are.
The depths of God’s great love. The depths of His grace towards us sinners.
Fathoms below…darkness and tiny luminescent creatures. A hidden world.
Depth…not just for oceans but for people. Hidden below…feelings, desires, talents, plans, secrets. Plunge into them …but take caution. Some people never return from the depths.
The depth of the shallows was not quite worthy of the name. Frank was worried as he slowly eased his way in. There was no telling what lay in the murkiest depths below, the shallows had too much depth.
I remember streaming off to the dock, and leaping, leaping into the night sky. The coolness rushed past my face, into my nose, ears, mouth. I looked up to the pitch of night and breathed in the gleaming stars, and thought, it’s going to rain.
There was a lot more to her than her tinny laughter and the rolling of her her eyes; her beauty wasn’t limited to the high fashion of her dress.
People called her shallow. I just said she had layers.
the waters depth, the depth of His love. Depth to his character.
depth, lots of things are related to depth, emotional depth, ocean depth, it kinda rhymes with death which is pretty funny i guess. Depth implies deepness, like a vagina. Vaginas can be deep, so can oceans, they can both die too, which ties into death
what is the depth of your brain or the depth u will go to get high as fuck and let the world spin around you. to let go and live to relax and not think just think of your depth. thank you
I hold my nose and jump
engulfed in the waves
I sink like a stone till I find a spot
snuggly on the bottom of the ocean floor
Waiting for someone to dive in after me
Until then
I relax breathless
depth is:
kind
of
like
a
mine
or a
well
or a
mind
only there are
sea monsters
there
BIG ones
I know no one in depth. My best friends, family, no one. I know the wind stirs the Aspen trees in town, that’s my depth. To anyone, they would say I’m void. But I’m not, I don’t know everyone’s story, but I know in depth that I observe and I notice.
The depth of the ocean is where the Lord casts my sins. I no longer have to be burdened by the weight of my sin, for it is in the depths of the sea, nowhere to ever be retreived.
Into the depths, we go, dying and drowning. Life is measured in depth, not length. That’s what Emerson said. He knew what he was talking about – I don’t doubt it for a second.
The furtherance of what is already there. Beyond the normal, into the unknown. Past the expected.