Quotes About Obscurity

I made up my mind I was going to walk that thin line between fame and oblivion.

The world is packed with mistery. We tend to forget this, but it?s still packed tight with it, like water in stone.

He wouldn't look at me. He stood against the wall, trying to merge with the wall.

Only the blind had not seen Terry Neville.

Perhaps there comes a time in your life when you lose the ability to command attention, when the world starts to ignore you because it no longer believes you can have much of an effect on it. With

This is the house of the closet-man. There are no rooms, just hallways and closets. Things happen in rooms. He does not like things to happen.

Can you still have any famous last words if you're somebody nobody knows?

Fakat sarho? gibi olmu?tum. Bir yudum içmedi?im halde bütün etraf?m gözümden silinmi?ti. Ve ben bu kar???k, bu puslu ve dumanl? kalabal???n aras?nda yaln?z onu sarih, vaz?h ve ayd?nl?k olarak görüyordum.

The chief weakness of the people of Bengal is self-pride, which is why they are unhappy if they do not hear all the time words of praise … This vanity, hunger for flattery, obscures their vision and they do not perceive others clearly. We deprive ourselves on account of this blindness.

Truly a rare opportunity was given to Marcus Aurelius of showing what the mind can do in despite of circumstances. Most peaceful of warriors, a magnificent monarch whose ideal was quiet happiness in home life, bent to obscurity yet born to greatness, the loving father of children who died young or turned out hateful, his life was one paradox. That nothing might lack, it was in camp before the face of the enemy that he passed away and went to his own place.

a chasm whose depths we cannot see.

For it is a thing very possible, that a man should be a very divine man, and yet be altogether unknown.

As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our day.

We may call Eurydice forth from the world of the dead, but we cannot make her answer; and when we turn to look at her we glimpse her only for a moment, before she slips from our grasp and flees. As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and, try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our own day.

The past is a great darkness, and filled with echos. Voices may reach us from it; but what they say to us is imbued with the obscurity of the matrix out of which they come; and, try as we may, we cannot always decipher them precisely in the clearer light of our own day.

Maybe night falls because it's heavy, a thick curtain pulled up over the eyes.

You didn't need it anyway, it attracted too much attention. Better with only a shadow. Someone wants your shadow.

I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light.

Even guppies have their opacities.

Having signed a few autographs in my time, I always wonder what the heck people do with them.

I never knew how good it is to be unknown until now. The last time I was unknown I was too busy trying to become known to realize the advantages of obscurity.

Time in its irresistible and ceaseless flow carries along on its flood all created things and drowns them in the depths of obscurity.

Shielded by my own obscurity, and by the lapse of years, and a few fictitious names, I do not fear to venture; and will candidly lay before the public what I would not disclose to the most intimate friend.

Put out the light and then put out the light.