Quotes About Invisible

De pronto la miro y ya no está. Vuelvo a mirarla, la define su ausencia. Ha ido a unirse a lago que le da fuerza y no sé lo que es. No puedo seguirla, no entiendo hacia qué espacio invisible se ha dirigido, qué aire inefable la resguarda y la aísla; desde luego ya no está en el mundo y por más que manoteo no me ve, permanece siempre fuera de mi alcance. Sé que mi amor la sustenta, claro, pero su ausencia es sólo suya y en ella no tengo cabida.

Academia forcibly tells you about all the great men and revolutionaries, and rebels, especially the rebels, who have changed the world for the better. But they wouldn't notice him were he standing right in front of them.

Father Matta El-Maskeen, a Coptic Orthodox priest, has written, So we receive the power of the resurrection in baptism when we undergo burial in the water, but it remains an invisible and unsubstantiated resurrection power until it is put into effect in earnest spiritual living. It is like the case of a child who is born with the natural ability to stand on his feet and walk, but remains unable to do either before he develops and grows strong.

The important thing is to strive towards a goal which is not immediately visible. That goal is not the concern of the mind, but of the spirit.

One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.

Difícil es interpretar los sueños que desatan el haz de nuestros propósitos para mezclarlos con recuerdos y temores.(...)Son estos sueños memorias de lo pasado, que teje y confunde la mano torpe y temblorosa de un personaje invisible: el miedo".

Beyond my body my veins are invisible.

A person who has got often money in mind does find convenience to use term paycheck in every definition and even correlating it with the intention of the invisible God.

A person who has got often money in mind does find convenience to use the term CHEQUE in thoughts or definition and even correlating it with the intention of the invisible God.

God is an invisible saint not agent

One who is worshiped by the people is either God or Demon, but everyone knows that God is not physically available on earth and remains always invisible for living only in heaven.

Sycophants are invisible God's sent poisonous serpents tucked inside the pants of every person who has selfish/devilish intent towards cheating/fooling people

There is always someone as Invisible Power peeping inside every person's mind as what he or she is seeking.

There is an invisible power who is peeping in everyone's mind all the time to make all people first find and get exactly whatever they dream or desire or demand and then HE decides based on HIS own judgement as what each person actually deserves in terms of prize or punishment in life.

A stage play ought to be the point of intersection between the visible and invisible worlds, or, in other words, the display, the manifestation of the hidden.

It's like, the more you zoom in and focus on the details, the closer to the invisible and immeasurable qualities - like consciousness and energies - you get. And expanding outwards, into the cosmos, you learn more about the invisible or perceptible things.

I think there is a very quiet power in things that are not on screen.

Many of the things that shape the way the world looks are, quite frankly, invisible.

I've always been under the radar.

As an actor, you just like to be able to play as much range. I just want to be invisible. I want to be able to be perceived as an artist as opposed to 'a black actor': that's the joy.

Or I think of breathing - the body in its wisdom taking its sustenance out of the air even when the conscious mind, the will, the hunger both for life and for death, are asleep. I think of the breathing of one who is asleep, how suddenly in some dark passage of the night the breathing becomes a word, the dreamer speaks, and through his word the fragment of a dream passes from inner world to outer world. The visible effects of the invisible manifest themselves.

It is invisible hands that torment and bend us the worst

Nature works by subtle, secret means—man's invisible seed, spider bite, the viewless spores of madness and of death, rocks that are born in earth's unknown bowels, the silent stars a-creep across the sky—and we thieves copy her.

At Cold Corner in midwinter, the women of the Snow Clan were waging a cold war against the men. They trudged about like ghosts in their whitest furs, almost invisible against the new-fallen snow, always together in female groups, silent or at most hissing like angry shades. They avoided Godshall with its trees for pillars and walls of laced leather and towering pine-needle roof.