Quotes About Obscurity

I'm no one, and I'm nothing.

That if she didn't know him, no one knew him, and he might as well not exist.

In common with other bookish types, I have always existed partly in the shadows. Skulked around the edges of things. Chosen quiet times and deserted places. Enjoyed the gloomy nooks and crannies of life. Maybe assumed that this was true for everyone and learned to have just enough of a daytime public face to pass, while I retreated into my own elsewhere. And this was something I always enjoyed: the ability to maintain a secret elsewhere life.

Taking the body from under the boards, he sat it on a dining-chair, but left the carrier bag over its head as he did not want to look at the face.

Credeti c? tr?im în centrul universului. Eu v? spun c? tr?im în centrul curtii unei ferme. PoziÈ›ia noastr? este atat de obscur?, încat nu v? puteÈ›i da seama cât este de obscur?.

Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! I have as much soul as you -- and full as much heart!

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?

You have got to abstract yourself so that you present a faceless picture to society.

Painting, when we have allowed for the pleasure of imitation, can only affect simply by the images it presents; and even in painting, a judicious obscurity in some things contributes to the effect of the picture.

The whale has no famous author, and whaling no famous chronicler, you will say.

Tied up and twisted; gnarled and knotted with wrinkles; haggardly firm and unyielding; his eyes glowing like coals, that still glow in the ashes of ruin; untottering Ahab stood forth in the clearness of the morn; lifting his splintered helmet of a brow to the fair girl's forehead of heaven. Oh

There she blows!—there she blows! A hump like a snow-hill! It is Moby Dick!

all was eclipsed in sinister muteness

I grow blind; hands! stretch out before me that I may yet grope my way. Is't night? Oars! oars Slope downwards to thy depths, O sea, that ere it be for ever too late, Ahab may slide this last, last time upon his mark; I see: the ship! the ship! Dash on, my men!

Herman Melville

Prokristapána, za každý galon spáleného velrybího tuku byla pÃ…â"¢ece prolita víc než jedna kapka lidské krve.

His descent was like nightfall.

The fact is, John Chapman might well be the best-known figure from our national past about whom most people know almost nothing at all.

book doesn't want pity. Literature is a long game. There is no shame in living among the discarded. Obscurity can have its vivifying air, one of my author's successors liked to say.

Some of them carry paralytic rabies, but it is hard to know which ones.

And people with obsessions, reflected Bond, were blind to danger.

The man who was only a silhouette. She

But Baxter heard what Henry never has, and probably never will, despite all Daisy's attempts to educate him. Some nineteenth-century poet – Henry has yet to find out whether this Arnold is famous or obscure – touched off in Baxter a yearning he could barely begin to define. That hunger is his claim on life

I was discovered out of nowhere. I didn't have family that was in the industry. I didn't know anyone in L.A.; I didn't have any reason to have been discovered. Nowadays, you have YouTube, and people are scouting more, but I really was plucked out of obscurity.