wow. so many things can have depth. water has a certain depth. one’s vision has a depth, a picture has depth. a story has depth, or at least the good ones do. erm, submarines are destroyed by depth charges. this response has very little depth.
kevin
The depth of the ocean is not comparable to the depth of her love.
She sank further and further into the blue abyss. Unknowingly taking with her the hand of a small child kicking for air. All she had ever wanted was a child, with her good looking boyfriend. But here she was sinking with one she never had. As the boy went limp, the water got colder and they both lost all physical holds, and slipped into a realm of soul and thought.
Torie Enn
The depth of her soul astonished him. It was so clear, so crystaline, so clean. All he wanted to do was dive into her, eat her up. But he wanted to keep her and cherish her. She seemed to him at that moment to be the only thing that could ever make any kind of sense. Beautiful, and perfect, and all his own.
The depth of her sorrow was clear in her eyes. He could tell. And there was nothing he could do about it. He was in very near the same position. The sorrow they shared hung thick in the air.
The sky is deeper than any water, even though you say the clouds look like continents. Stars are definitely fishes.
Magdalena
The depth of my mind is only that of the shallow puddle that forms in a pothole after a night of endless rain, though I act as though I’ve dug my own sea.
the quality i love most in people.
be deep people.
deeeeeeep.
so far down that i have to travel for years to find all the things i’ll love.
be
dee
the depths of the ocean and the depths of the human heart. Two things on a equal scales, with the power of human happiness and compassion that can’t be realized until a person witnesses it for themselves.
Zak
Accursed depth,
hilt of health.
I question
my self
and see that help
cannot be
dealt
with as
humanity flees.
It’s getting deeper…the hole he’s dug in his heart…he can only remember bright smiles and that russet color hair…and the warmth she emitted…wasn’t he suppose to protect her…?
Oceans never seen my skin, I dance atop the cedar boughs beneath which shadows linger, lurk. Never away I bide my days, here.
hljurva
Your personality has the depth of a penny.
Nicholas
she couldn’t see to the bottom of the lake, so it must of been really deep. she sucked in a deep breath and plunged down feet first, trying to find the bottom. a few seconds later she emerged, shivering and unsuccessful. she pushed her wet hair out of her eyes and frantically looked around, trying to find something to be able to grab onto. she knew the water was too cold, and it was only a matter of time before she would lose the muscle power needed to keep her body above the water.
At a depth of only fifty yards down, you’ll start to lose your hearing; the cool, hollow rush of water will be silent all the sudden, as if you are alone. And then as you continue to descend to lower depths, you’ll feel your head growing lighter even as everything around you goes dark like sateen curtains being drawn. You are alone and the life–there is life all around you–but you can’t even sense it anymore. Even before you reach the bottom, the pressure will be so enormous that you’ll wish you could scratch your eyes but you can’t, you’re too tired, too oxygen deprived; you’ll sleep now, instead, sleep with the fishes.
I found myself looking into the depth of my soul as I try to work out whether or not I should eat chicken or fish today. Oh I forgot there are more important things going on in the world.
supaglu
Depth. I don’t really know what to write about “depth” because I was planning on something like “foot” or “bacteria” and the word I actually got definitely is not working for me. I apologize.
Bob
depth is how much detail you wish to go into about something, its either an intense thought or a whimsical thought, no matter what the topic, it’s all about the amount of detail you put into it. this is depth.
like in an ocean, the depth is immeasurable to normal people. experts can find it though. but in love, it’s just the opposite. no expert can measure the depth of your love- no one can but you and your lover. that depth is the greatest.
anne
We drove in your car; the night sky passing before our very eyes. Your music blasted through the speakers, singing lyrics that held meaning with so much depth. In moments like these, I’m completely happy.
Nick
Under, usually hidden, not just flat, reaching down and deep. Worthy with rich textures, I climb down and into the places that did not exhist before.
I used to be able to reach the bottom of the pool. But ten years later, I’m too out of shape. I can’t even get water in my ears without my body revolting.
She reached for his hand. She reached, but he became less visible by the second, being pulled down by the weight of his backpack and the force of the waves. She saw his mouth open and a line of bubbles fizzled up towards her. She opened her own and called out, even though her voice could not cut through the thick water of the ocean.
cecelia chase
There are now words that can convey the depth of my sorrow. It’s almost like I’m drowning in sadness. I know, this may seem melodramatic. But it’s the truth. I have never felt so much pain in my life.
In English class, we dig into the depths of a novel, highlighters, dog-earred pages, and all, prepared at any moment, to dive into the obscurest of connotations. When I think about it, all I really do like about English is the flat and icy surface of the text. When I think about it, all I really like to do is skate without worry of the underlying themes of what may or may not symbolize the crucifixion of Jesus, the superficiality of man, etc.
there is no depth in a circle. it lays flat on the paper, staring up at you. you have to measure it, find the radius and diameter. 3.14159 is the equation. it has no ending. no depth.
megan
ocean the deep abyss that most never come out of. doomed to lay there still lifeless all alone forever. never able to get out because it is so deep. forced to travel the dark DEPTHS of the ocean forevere on and on because they were curious about the undiscover area and what lyes there just waiting to be discovered by someone. it is a mysterious, dark abyss, that knowone will ever know what is down there
molly hegan
depth, meaning a space within, room to contain something; I want to fill my depths with ink
lindsay
I was afraid. from the depths of my soul i feared it. I could not hide from it nor could i fight it. Life was to short to live, why make it shorter?
Depth is a tricky sort of thing, because people want to appear deep to others, but those who want it more than everyone else–the people who really, really try to be deep–often come off as shallow. Huh, that last sentence was kinda deep. I think.
How far can you go? You want to get to know the real someone? You’ve got to dig deep!
Lindsay
Would you go to the depths of hell for me, if you say you can’t live without me? Even if you knew that I was lying, would you still convince yourself that I love you, when I don’t?
wow. so many things can have depth. water has a certain depth. one’s vision has a depth, a picture has depth. a story has depth, or at least the good ones do. erm, submarines are destroyed by depth charges. this response has very little depth.
The depth of the ocean is not comparable to the depth of her love.
She sank further and further into the blue abyss. Unknowingly taking with her the hand of a small child kicking for air. All she had ever wanted was a child, with her good looking boyfriend. But here she was sinking with one she never had. As the boy went limp, the water got colder and they both lost all physical holds, and slipped into a realm of soul and thought.
The depth of her soul astonished him. It was so clear, so crystaline, so clean. All he wanted to do was dive into her, eat her up. But he wanted to keep her and cherish her. She seemed to him at that moment to be the only thing that could ever make any kind of sense. Beautiful, and perfect, and all his own.
The depth of my unhappiness is intolerable.
The depth of her sorrow was clear in her eyes. He could tell. And there was nothing he could do about it. He was in very near the same position. The sorrow they shared hung thick in the air.
The sky is deeper than any water, even though you say the clouds look like continents. Stars are definitely fishes.
The depth of my mind is only that of the shallow puddle that forms in a pothole after a night of endless rain, though I act as though I’ve dug my own sea.
the quality i love most in people.
be deep people.
deeeeeeep.
so far down that i have to travel for years to find all the things i’ll love.
be
the depths of the ocean and the depths of the human heart. Two things on a equal scales, with the power of human happiness and compassion that can’t be realized until a person witnesses it for themselves.
Accursed depth,
hilt of health.
I question
my self
and see that help
cannot be
dealt
with as
humanity flees.
It’s getting deeper…the hole he’s dug in his heart…he can only remember bright smiles and that russet color hair…and the warmth she emitted…wasn’t he suppose to protect her…?
She loved him…and he betrayed her…
Going to the depths of love can be very dangerous ground to tread. A person’s very soul can be seen if they will let it be shown at these depths.
Oceans never seen my skin, I dance atop the cedar boughs beneath which shadows linger, lurk. Never away I bide my days, here.
Your personality has the depth of a penny.
she couldn’t see to the bottom of the lake, so it must of been really deep. she sucked in a deep breath and plunged down feet first, trying to find the bottom. a few seconds later she emerged, shivering and unsuccessful. she pushed her wet hair out of her eyes and frantically looked around, trying to find something to be able to grab onto. she knew the water was too cold, and it was only a matter of time before she would lose the muscle power needed to keep her body above the water.
At a depth of only fifty yards down, you’ll start to lose your hearing; the cool, hollow rush of water will be silent all the sudden, as if you are alone. And then as you continue to descend to lower depths, you’ll feel your head growing lighter even as everything around you goes dark like sateen curtains being drawn. You are alone and the life–there is life all around you–but you can’t even sense it anymore. Even before you reach the bottom, the pressure will be so enormous that you’ll wish you could scratch your eyes but you can’t, you’re too tired, too oxygen deprived; you’ll sleep now, instead, sleep with the fishes.
I found myself looking into the depth of my soul as I try to work out whether or not I should eat chicken or fish today. Oh I forgot there are more important things going on in the world.
Depth. I don’t really know what to write about “depth” because I was planning on something like “foot” or “bacteria” and the word I actually got definitely is not working for me. I apologize.
depth is how much detail you wish to go into about something, its either an intense thought or a whimsical thought, no matter what the topic, it’s all about the amount of detail you put into it. this is depth.
like in an ocean, the depth is immeasurable to normal people. experts can find it though. but in love, it’s just the opposite. no expert can measure the depth of your love- no one can but you and your lover. that depth is the greatest.
We drove in your car; the night sky passing before our very eyes. Your music blasted through the speakers, singing lyrics that held meaning with so much depth. In moments like these, I’m completely happy.
Under, usually hidden, not just flat, reaching down and deep. Worthy with rich textures, I climb down and into the places that did not exhist before.
I used to be able to reach the bottom of the pool. But ten years later, I’m too out of shape. I can’t even get water in my ears without my body revolting.
She reached for his hand. She reached, but he became less visible by the second, being pulled down by the weight of his backpack and the force of the waves. She saw his mouth open and a line of bubbles fizzled up towards her. She opened her own and called out, even though her voice could not cut through the thick water of the ocean.
There are now words that can convey the depth of my sorrow. It’s almost like I’m drowning in sadness. I know, this may seem melodramatic. But it’s the truth. I have never felt so much pain in my life.
In English class, we dig into the depths of a novel, highlighters, dog-earred pages, and all, prepared at any moment, to dive into the obscurest of connotations. When I think about it, all I really do like about English is the flat and icy surface of the text. When I think about it, all I really like to do is skate without worry of the underlying themes of what may or may not symbolize the crucifixion of Jesus, the superficiality of man, etc.
i always get this word. i dont think this website has any depth.
i’m sick of always finding depth in insignificant things.
there is no depth in a circle. it lays flat on the paper, staring up at you. you have to measure it, find the radius and diameter. 3.14159 is the equation. it has no ending. no depth.
ocean the deep abyss that most never come out of. doomed to lay there still lifeless all alone forever. never able to get out because it is so deep. forced to travel the dark DEPTHS of the ocean forevere on and on because they were curious about the undiscover area and what lyes there just waiting to be discovered by someone. it is a mysterious, dark abyss, that knowone will ever know what is down there
depth, meaning a space within, room to contain something; I want to fill my depths with ink
I was afraid. from the depths of my soul i feared it. I could not hide from it nor could i fight it. Life was to short to live, why make it shorter?
Depth is a tricky sort of thing, because people want to appear deep to others, but those who want it more than everyone else–the people who really, really try to be deep–often come off as shallow. Huh, that last sentence was kinda deep. I think.
depth in thought will come to me
How far can you go? You want to get to know the real someone? You’ve got to dig deep!
Would you go to the depths of hell for me, if you say you can’t live without me? Even if you knew that I was lying, would you still convince yourself that I love you, when I don’t?
depth of field is one of the key concepts of photography because it serves as a reference for different objects in their contexts.
the ocean depth of a mermaid’s heart is so shallow.
The depth of love cannot be measured. I thought what we had was endless, but apparently my sounding equipment isn’t up to par with the truth.