Quotes About Obscurity

Who knows whether the best of men be known, or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time? The first man had been as unknown as the last, and Methuselah's long life had been his only chronicle.

Happy are the people whose annals are blank in history books

Happy the people whose annals are blank in the history books

Happy the people whose annals are blank in history books.

I have no desire to be famous, definitely not.

The people in Dominica and the small communities where I were had no idea who I was, and there's no better security than that.

The nice thing about putting on your glasses in the dark is that you know you could see better if it were light, but since it is dark the glasses make no difference at all.

There was the same need for obscurity, the same suspicion that if a piece of music had reached a large number of people, it had somehow been drained of its worth.

I left the library. Crossing the street, I was hit head-on by a brutal loneliness. I felt dark and hollow. Abandoned, unnoticed, forgotten, I stood on the sidewalk, a nothing, a gatherer of dust. People hurried past me. and everyone who walked by was happier than I. I felt the old envy. I would have given anything to be one of them.

All I want is not to die on a day when I went unseen.

Fumum Vendidi

The alleged complexity, depth, and obscurity of these questions is part of the illusion propagated by the system of ideological control, which aims to make the issues seem remote from the general population and to persuade them of their incapacity to organize their own affairs or to understand the social world in which they live without the tutelage of intermediaries.

Where there is a great deal of light, the shadows are deeper. JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE

At sunrise, everything is luminous but not clear

I hate how I don't feel real enough unless people are watching.

We hear the ambient noise of children singing. We hear lions and tigers roar. Hyenas laugh. Some jungle bird or howler monkey declares its existence, screeching a maniac's gibberish. Our entire world, always doing battle against the silence and obscurity of death.

Anonymity is the new fame.

You're that tree falling in the forest that nobody gives a rat's ass about.

You re­al­ize that there's no point in do­ing any­thing if no­body's watch­ing.

If I can't be beautiful, I want to be invisible.

if i can't be beautiful, i want to be invisible

atque illi artifices corporis simulacra ignotis nota faciebant; quae uel si nulla, nihilo sint tamen obscuriores clari uiri.

March-April 1935 issue of Crawford's Marvel Tales, and it probably was not seen by more than a few hundred people. But

The pleasure of the supernatural short story lies in not having to explain anything. They're just glimpses, a momentary lifting of the veil.