Quotes About Obscurity

He woke before dawn and watched the gray day break. Slow and half opaque.

He nodded toward the specimens he'd collected. These anonymous creatures, he said, may seem little or nothing in the world. Yet the smallest crumb can devour us. Any smallest thing beneath yon rock out of men's knowing.

Their arms aloft pulling at their clothes were luminous and each obscure soul was enveloped in audible shapes of light as if it had always been so. The mare at the far end of the stable snorted and shied at this luminosity in beings so endarkened and the little horse turned and hid his face in the web of his dam's flank.

I'd always had the idea that I didnt want to be found. That if you died and nobody knew about it that would be as close as you could get to never having been here in the first place.

Borman looked around. Somewhere out here the last ivorybill died. Thirty years ago probably. I still listen for them. What sense does that make? They're gone forever. I didnt know you were a bird watcher. I'm not. I'm a forever watcher. Forever is a long time.

Your only real safety would be in disappearing.

No prince had lived in those wretched hovels, no red-robed bishops, only farmers and laborers whose stories no one had written down, and now they were lost, buried under wild thyme and fast growing spurge.

Er würde so berühmt werden, das niemand sich mehr an Albert Chanute erinnern würde.

For me -- for pretty much every writer -- the big problem isn't piracy, it's obscurity.

my problem isn't piracy, it's obscurity

The final mystery is one mystery. But the manifestations are many.

Why, oh why must one grow up, why must one inherit this heavy, numbing responsibility of living an undiscovered life? Out of the nothingness and the undifferentiated mass, to make something of herself! But what? In the obscurity and pathlessness to take a direction! But whither? How take even one step? And yet, how stand still? This was torment indeed, to inherit the responsibility of one's own life.

Put the lights out, we shall see better.

Leaders aren't just the few famous people who dominate the news or find their place in history books. They don't always represent the majority. They aren't always popular. They don't always win, and they aren't always remembered. Leaders such as Pauli Murray, brave and obscure men and women who act on their convictions even though they fail time and time again, sometimes change the course of history.

Consider this, though. If I've seen it on the Internet, is it still underground? 'Underground' always connoted something hidden, something difficult to see and find. Something underneath the surface of things, yes? But if it's on the Internet—and I do praise the Lord that I lived long enough to see such a wondrous thing—it cannot possibly be underground.

Romanists argue that such is the obscurity of the Scriptures, that not only the people, but the Church itself needs the aid of tradition in order to their being properly understood. But if the Bible, a comparatively plain book, in one probable volume, needs to be thus explained, what is to explain the hundreds of folios in which these traditions are recorded? Surely a guide to the interpretation of the latter must be far more needed than for the Scriptures.

You can just sit in here, impervious and invisible. So invisible you might even forget yourself.

She was so hot and so... hidden. He could live a million years and never know her. A really good daydream, a piss-poor girlfriend.

What importance can we attach to the things of this world? Friendship? It disappears when the one who is liked comes to grief, or the one who likes becomes powerful. Love? it is deceived, fleeting, or guilty. Fame? You share it with mediocrity or crime. Fortune? Could that frivolity be counted a blessing? All that remains are those so-called happy days that flow past unnoticed in the obscurity of domestic cares, leaving man with the desire neither to lose his life nor to begin it over.

Dark is dark in the darkness.

Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content: The quiet mind is richer than a crown... Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss, Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss... Obscurèd life sets down a type of bliss; A mind content both crown and kingdom is.

I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, and not my love to see...

Never Explain Anything

Când, în sfâr?it, g?sim ceea ce am c?utat în întuneric, aproape întotdeauna constat?m c? era exact asta. Întunericul.