Quotes About Invisible

Did you realize that 90 to 99 percent of what goes on in the universe is either infra (below) or ultra (beyond) our faculties of perception? Because of this, at any given moment, we are only aware of a small fraction of what is happening within or around us. Our perceptual range expands

But many educated Americans who rise to positions of responsibility believe they must operate almost exclusively on the basis of what can be observed and measured because they are educated in a system that mistakenly defines reality that way. And yet, everything human is driven by the invisible powers of the heart.

He arranged three hundred pairs of women's shoes on the stairway that climbed from Taylor Street to Broadway. High heels and flats, running shoes and loafers, all of them heading uphill, as if an army of invisible women had paused to rest while climbing. Danny-boy

My soul was a lot more battered than my body, but I couldn't see it in the mirror. Hopefully no one else could either.

He thought a photographer was nothing, that he should blend into the surroundings and become invisible, the better to work and capture—as he said—natural light. One shouldn't even hear the click of the Rolleiflex.

What did you do to help the invisible man?" And he felt the monster's voice again, like it was in his own head. I made them see, it said.

Love is blind, and a deaf-mute too.

You have never seen her, never heard her voice. You cannot know.

I wanted to cry so bad, but my tears are inside. A blindfold keeps them there. I can't see today. Patti, I don't know anything.

He already understand that the world consisted of two realms, the visible and the invisible, and that the things he couldn't see were often more real than the things he could.

In the deepest, most unalterable sense, he was an invisible man. Invisible to others, and most likely invisible to himself as well. If, while he was alive, I kept looking for him, kept trying to find the father who was not there, now that he is dead I still feel as though I must go on looking for him. Death has not changed anything. The only difference is that I have run out of time.

Ferguson was not yet five years old, but he already understood that the world consisted of two realms, the visible and the invisible, and that the things he couldn't see were often more real than the things he could.

Homecoming Snowfall, denser and denser, dove-coloured as yesterday, snowfall, as if even now you were sleeping. White, stacked into distance. Above it, endless, the sleigh track of the lost. Below, hidden, presses up what so hurts the eyes, hill upon hill, invisible. On each, fetched home into its today, an I slipped away into dumbness: wooden, a post. There: a feeling, blown across by the ice wind attaching its dove- its snow- coloured cloth as a flag.

putting your entire existence in the hands of One whom you cannot see, touch, or hear is far from natural. This is why faith is only ever a gift of divine grace.

Now, allow yourself to consider the radical nature of what this passage says about the deepest motivations of the hearts of God's people. They have connected their deepest love, belief, joy, and faith to someone they have never seen, heard, or touched. They have staked the hopes and dreams of their lives to this invisible One. Their relationship to him is one of life-altering love. When they think of him, they experience joy, joy so deep that it cannot be expressed.

Radio listeners are voyeurs: lurking, invisible, eavesdropping.

The pain between them made me as envious as their laughter, because it was real and expressible, blood-red with passion, and not the invisible pain of a ghost like me. Sometimes my head filled with a scream that went on for hours but was silenced by the walls of the closet. My face still wearing its social smile fixed in place as if by a stroke.

All men did have darkness. Some wore it in the form of horns. Some bore it invisibly as rot in their souls.

My life so common it disappears and sometimes even music cannot substitute for tears.

I am the voice of one crying in the wilderness, in the wilderness because you cannot see me, my voice because my voice is spirit." It was as if I had thought these words.

La saveur des fruits d'un arbre ne dépend pas de la figure du paysage qui l'environne, mais de la richesse invisible du terrain.

Ce s-ar întâmpla cu noi, f?r? ajutorul a ceea ce nu exist??

The past doesn't go away. You just can't see it anymore.

I will ask here and there. Perhaps some other bands have some captives. Samuel was silent when he heard this translated. The silence lay between them like a delicate invisible structure that no one wanted to disturb. And finally Samuel said that he would withhold all rations until they were brought in, and if not, he had the soldiers at his orders. Jiles, Paulette. The Color of Lightning: A Novel (p. 293). HarperCollins e-books. Kindle Edition.