Quotes About Obscurity

I like the spirit of this great London which I feel around me. Who but a coward would pass his whole life in hamlets; and for ever abandon his faculties to the eating rust of obscurity?

As night the life-inclining stars best shows, So lives obscure the starriest souls disclose.

In the world of ideas everything was clear; in life all was obscure, embroiled.

I live a pretty anonymous life.

Dread not events unknown, and be not downhearted, for the fountain of the water of life is involved in obscurity.

To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing.

To escape criticism — do nothing, say nothing, be nothing.

To avoid criticism, do nothing, say nothing and be nothing.

There is only one way to avoid criticism: do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing.

If you would escape moral and physical assassination, do nothing, say nothing, be nothing—court obscurity, for only in oblivion does safety lie.

She meant something different: she wanted to vanish; she wanted every one of her cells to disappear, nothing of her ever to be found. And since I know her well, or at least I think I know her, I take it for granted that she has found a way to disappear, to leave not so much as a hair anywhere in this world.

Eliminating herself was a sort of aesthetic project. One can't go on anymore, she said, electronics seems so clean and yet it dirties, dirties tremendously, and it obliges you to leave traces of yourself everywhere as if you were shitting and peeing on yourself continuously: I want to leave nothing, my favorite key is the one that deletes.

I hated the idea that he knew everything about me while I knew little or nothing of him. I felt like someone who is blind and knows that he is being observed by the very people he would like to spy on in every detail.

Diferentemente do que ocorre nos romances, a vida verdadeira, depois que passou, tende não para a clareza, mas para a obscuridade.

Unlike stories, real life, when it has passed, inclines toward obscurity, not clarity.

Para un escritor desaparecer es fácil porque nadie lee.

I couldn't imagine viewing Bill's presence on Earth as any kind of a miracle, but wasn't that itself the miracle—that love really was an obscure and unfathomable connection between individuals, and not an economic contest where everyone was matched up according to how quantifiably lovable they were?

But where can you go and truly not be found? Where can anyone go anymore?

It is terribly important to appreciate that some things remain obscure to the bitter end.

Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.

Whether this was fashion or indigence was never clear to me.

Everyone has something to hide.

In full light we are not even a shadow.

Reading Shakespeare is sometimes like looking through a window into a dark room. You don't see in. You see nothing but a reflection of yourself unable to see in. An unflattering image of yourself blind.