Quotes About Invisible

There exists a silken red thread of destiny. It is said that this magical cord may tangle or stretch but never break. When a child is born, that invisible red thread connects the child's soul to all the people - past, present, and future - who will play a part in that child's life. Over time, that thread shortens and tightens, bringing closer and closer those people who are fated to be together.

we can't see are the only things that make life worth living.

Since his return from Afghanistan, he'd been unable to shake off the effects of spending almost a year in a war zone. They clung to him like a spiderweb, so fine as to be invisible, yet as tenacious as steel and, so far, impossible to escape.

For all the invisible girls and for my readers, for seeing me

I was drowning in broad daylight and no one could tell.

Sebastian Boondoggle's upside-down magic allowed him to see invisible things, like radio waves and farts.

The second-century Letter to Diognetus put it beautifully: "As the soul is in the body, so Christians are in the world. The soul is dispersed through all the members of the body, and Christians are scattered through all the cities of the world…. The invisible soul is guarded by the visible body, and Christians are known indeed to be in the world, but their godliness remains invisible.

A line came into my mind, something that Hannah Arendt once said about the poet Auden: that life had manifested the heart's invisible furies on his face.

From my informal surveys, it is very uncommon knowledge that the part of the electromagnetic spectrum visible to us is less than a ten-trillionth of it.

An atheist is a man who has no invisible means of support.

the elegant structure of the world serving us as a kind of mirror, in which we may behold God, though otherwise invisible.

Yesterday, upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today, I wish, I wish he'd go away . . . William Hughes Mearns, "Antigonish

our daily associations cannot be trusted to make clear to the young the part played in our activities by remote physical energies, and by invisible structures. Hence a special mode of social intercourse is instituted, the school, to care for such matters.

My manic depression was ravaging my life, but because nobody could see it, many people thought it was a figment of my imagination.

Life is invisible. The illusion is that what we perceive is in some way not a reflection of self. Life reflects the field of attention that we're in.

It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

And every year there is a brief, startling moment When we pause in the middle of a long walk home and Suddenly feel something invisible and weightless Touching our shoulders, sweeping down from the air: It is the autumn wind pressing against our bodies; It is the changing light of fall falling on us.

The goddesses that dwell Far along invisible Are my favorite gods.

Our concern is the invisible wounding from war. The physical wounds are most visible to our veterans who deserve first concern. But in truth we are all wounded. Grandparents, parents, siblings, children, friends, neighbors, care providers, teachers, taxpayers are all caught in war's long and crushing tentacles. Our entire society reels in pain, exhaustion, despair, and debt. Look closely. All lives are affected and we all need be concerned.

The invisible realities predated the visible universe which the invisible God spoke into being by his word.

Falling can result in bone fracture, but falling in love can break the heart; it is an invisible fracture that may stay forever.

Stress is such a force, and tension is such a condition; these both severely destroy health and place physically under strain; such invisible powers affect like a silent killer of a happy life.

Angels are all around us, all the time, in the very air we breathe.

De dónde llegan las fechas y a dónde van? Viajan un año entero y con la precisión de una saeta se clavan en el día señalado, nos muestran un pasado, presente en el espacio, nos deslumbran y se apagan. Se levantan puntuales de un tiempo invisible y en un instante recuperamos el fragmento de un gesto, la torre de una ciudad olvidada, las frases de los héroes disecadas en los libros o el asombro de la mañana del bautizo cuando nos dieron nombre.