Quotes About Obscurity

If it was his goal in life to make as little impression as possible upon history, he achieved it gloriously.

I love the fact that one of history's greatest heroes had a job title—agronomist—that most of us have never even heard of.

Your (true) significance may remain forever obscure (a mystery) to you, but rest assured that you are fulfilling your purpose if you commit yourself to the highest advantage of others.

There is enough light for those who only desire to see, and enough obscurity for those who have a contrary disposition

Too much clarity darkens.

There is enough light to enlighten the elect and enough obscurity to humiliate them. There is enough obscurity to blind the reprobate and enough light to condemn them and deprive them of excuse.

Being noticed can be a burden. Jesus got himself crucified because he got himself noticed. So I disappear a lot.

People don't value their obscurity. They don't know what it's like to have it taken away…

Making it in poetry The young teller at the credit union asked why so many small checks from universities? Because I write poems I said. Why haven't I heard of you? Because I write poems I said.

With you I'm jealous of what is obscure, unconscious, of something in which explanations are unthinkable, of something that cannot be puzzled out. I'm jealous of your toilet things, of the drops of sweat on your skin, of the infectious diseases borne on the air, which may affect you and poison your blood.

O fim da arte é doar somente. (...) Apagar-se no anonimato, Ocultando nossa passagem Pela vida, como à paisagem Oculta a nuvem com recato.

Le plus clair de mon temps, je le passe à l'obscurcir, parce que la lumière me gêne.

When his head had disappeared, I leaned out to try and see more, but without avail.

What is it about meter and cadence and rhythm that makes their makers mad?

I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.

I felt it was very important not to be recognized.

I felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.

It was like the first time I saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward, the cadaver's head--or what there was left of it--floated up behind my eggs and bacon at breakfast... and pretty soon I felt as though I were carrying that cadaver's head around with me on a string, like some black, noseless balloon stinking of vinegar.

And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself.

I would spend my whole time writing on some obscure theme in the works of James Joyce.

O dark dark dark. They all go into the dark, The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant

If I were useful, you wouldn't know it was me.

From the things that get told, I would prefer not to know him any better.

Tarih ?v?r z?v?r? sever.