Quotes About Obscurity

There are lots of podcasts that look at films from the audience's point of view. There are also plenty that look at it from the combatants' point of view. It's invariably the case that the less likely you are to have heard of the people talking, the more interesting they'll be.

Maybe some day they'll find me behind the computer, just bones and cobwebs.

In my country, I am just a common man... a nobody.

I do think I had a big advantage for the first four years I was in broadcasting, that no one really saw me. One of the big disadvantages superstar players have is they go right to the 'A' game, or the studio. I got the obscurity, making mistakes, learning from them and surviving them.

I've always been into fashion and obscure articles of clothing, and while this first set of Hoods Up includes beanies, shorts, shirts, leggings, sweaters and duffel bags, that is only the first tier of what we are planning.

I like to remain somewhat anonymous. I could never handle the whole Britney Spears syndrome of being noticed everywhere.

Obscure faith enlightens us somewhat like the night, which, though surrounding us with shadows, allows us to see the stars, and by them the depths of the firmament. There is here a mingling of light and shade which is extremely beautiful. That we may see the stars, the sun must hide, night must begin. Amazingly, in the obscurity of night we see to a far greater distance than in the day; we see even the distant stars, which reveal to us the immense expanse of the heavens.

This is a quiet, frightened, insignificant old man who has been nothing all his life, who has never had recognition, his name in the newspapers. Nobody knows him, nobody quotes him, nobody seeks his advice after seventy-five years. That's a very sad thing, to be nothing. A man like this needs to be recognized, to be listened to, to be quoted just once. This is very important. It would be so hard for him to recede into the background ...

The reason for this is that every person permits himself the liberty of making guesses in the matter of an obscure subject with more confidence than in one which is clear, and that it is much easier to have some vague notion about any subject, no matter what, than to arrive at the real truth about a single question however simple that may be. But

To speak of the 'properties of matter' while asserting at the same time that 'matter is inert' is an insoluble contradiction; and, by a strange irony, modern 'scientism', which claims to eliminate all 'mystery', nonetheless appeals in its vain attempts at explanation only to the very thing that is most 'mysterious' in the popular sense of the word, that is to say most obscure and least intelligible!

I've had our paper's gossip column since last month. It is egalitarian. I look for people who are quite obscure, and report who is breaking up with whom and where they go and what they wear. The person who invented this new form for us is on antidepressants now. He lives in Illinois. He says there are people in southern Illinois who have not yet been covered by the press.

He wrote short and he wrote often, which tended to obscure the fact that he wrote well. Unless it leads to obscurity, brevity is rarely praised (or employed) in the journals of, ah, serious literary criticism, and frequency is often equated with frivolity.

Entire weekends in basements pitching dice and arguing over esoteric role-playing rules with obese, anemic boy-men who tote suitcases full of collectible trading cards.

What doesn't transmit light creates its own darkness.

The last thing she wanted was people looking for her. No, that wasn't true--the last thing she wanted was people finding her.

Even when your eyes are closed, it feels black. As black as black ever gets, like if you touch it, your hand might get stuck in it, like tar or black quicksand or when you stretch out your hand at night, to turn on a light, but all you feel is darkness.

True power lies not in the spotlight, but in the influential shadows.

With only the dimmest memories of a high-school course or two in general science, they find themselves confronting dialog which seems largely derived from the frontiers of theoretical physics and a group of characters who might, conceivably, enjoy chatting with Albert Einstein, but certainly no one less advanced. A few pages of all this obscurity and the hapless first reader ... closes the magazine or book ... and abandons the field to the children ...

Death brings the anonymity of a post office box, allowing me to slip through the coming centuries silent and unobserved.

And my large kingdom for a little grave,A little little grave, an obscure grave.

A deed without a name.

Trying their wings once more in hopeless flight: Blind moths against the wires of window screens. Anything. Anything for a fix of light. X. J. Kennedy, "Street Moths," The Lords of Misrule

Closed in the hidden room, I continued to disappear.

Formless days passed one after the other, as if swollen into an indistinguishable mass by the damp weather.