Quotes About Invisible

the three first-year apprentices watched in awe as the two marksmen slammed arrow after arrow into the almost invisible targets. "Anytime before sunset would be fine," Will drawled.

Behind him, in the darkness, the ancient, invisible presence that inhabited the hill slipped silently back to its resting place, satisfied that another interloper had moved on.

I don't want what other men see in you- you the you I want is invisible but it is the part of you I really love...

This is the power of myth: that we can experience invisible spiritual realities and truths greater than visible, material things in story form.

there is no underlying reality to the world. "Reality," in the everyday sense, is not a good way to think about the behavior of the fundamental particles that make up the universe; yet at the same time those particles seem to be inseparably connected into some invisible whole, each aware of what happens to the others.

But in truth the ideas and images in men's minds are the invisible powers that constantly govern them, and to these they all universally pay a ready submission.

There's nothing lonelier than grief. Sometimes I wanted to cry out to them all in the middle of History "Please please look at me help me can't you see how unhappy I am?" But what would have happened? They would have gathered round making soothing noises helping me out of the room maybe offering me tissues...and none of that would touch the deep dark ocean that circled silently inside. They could not see it touch it stop it. I didn't know any way to do that.

I find myself more and more relying for a solution of our problems on the invisible hand which I tried to eject from economic thinking twenty years ago.

She leaned back against the rough trunk of a tree, half-invisible in the twilight except where it caught in glimmers on the titian of her hair.

Beauty depends on the unseen, the visible upon the invisible

Beauty depends on the unseen, George quoted the artist, the visible upon the invisible.

Verdriet is zoiets- o, het is zoiets éénzaams; dat is het beangstigende ervan, denk ik. Het is alsof je langs de glaswand van een heel hoog gebouw naar beneden glijdt terwijl niemand je ziet.

I am hidden and I am not.

The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal.

Power can be invisible, it can be fantastic, it can be dull and routine. It can be obvious, it can reach you by the baton of the police, it can speak the language of your thoughts and desires. It can feel like remote control, it can exhilarate like liberation, it can travel through time, and it can drown you in the present.

Dievas buvo toks mielaširdingas, jog padar? Mirt? nematom? žmogaus akims. Mes žinom, kad ji ?ia pat, seka ?kandin m?s? kaip šeš?lis ir niekuomet nuo m?s? nesitraukia, Ir vis d?lto jos nematom ir veik visai apie j? užmirštam. O keis?iausia tai, kad juo labiau art?jam prie kapo, juo mažiau galvojam apie Mirt?. Iš tikr?j? tik Dievas gal?jo padaryti tok? stebukl?!

Culture is this thing that exists apart from our real life but is something we all have tacitly agreed to in America. And what film and television do, particularly in this country, is lay out the characters involved in this invisible agreement and dictate who and what can participate.

Invisible things are the only realities; invisible things alone are the things that shall remain.

For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see his invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God. —Romans 1:20

You know, when someone has been crying, something gets left in the air. It's not something you can see or smell, or feel. Or draw. But it's there.

No one ever sees the angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to hear him.

They had felt his breath . . . Yes, the ghost was there, around them, behind them, beside them. They sensed him without seeing him. They heard him breathing - so close to them, so close!

Hyacinth, who wept before sleep, had wept that night; he had wept too—had wept in joy and pain, and in joy at his pain. When tears were done and their heads rested on one pillow, she had said that no man had ever wept with her before. Two floors below them, their reflected images knelt in the fishpond at Thelxiepeia's feet, subsistent but invisible. There she would weep for him longer than they lived. He lowered his naked body into a rising pool, warm and scarcely less romantic.

We are all of us denying or fulfilling prayers – and men in their careless deeds walk amidst invisible outstretched arms and pleadings made in vain.