Quotes About Invisibility

I am something to be tossed into a junkyard, thrown into the river, if necessary. I don't feel real anymore. I feel like I could disappear.

It's not really much good tearing out a page because you can see the place where it's been torn. [...] You can pull a stamp out,' she said with terrible youthful clarity, 'and you don't know that it's ever been there.

One always spoke of her like that in the third person as though she were not there. Sometimes she seemed invisible like peace.

per ogni protagonista comparso per una volta sul cosiddetto palcoscenico della storia, sono stati migliaia, milioni coloro che non sono mai entrati nel teatro, che non hanno mai saputo che lo spettacolo si stava svolgendo, che hanno continuato l'ingrato lavoro di far fronte alla realtà.

Yesterday upon the stair, I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today, I wish to hell he'd go away.

There are two worlds here in the U.S., especially here in Los Angeles. All the Latinos have watched my shows for 30 years, but Americans haven't seen them. So I am living in this world where I am a huge star for part of the population and a nobody to the other part.

The Western man declares that in order to be beautiful, a woman must look 14 years old. If she dares to look 50, or worse, 60, she is beyond the pale. By putting the spotlight on the female child and framing her as the ideal of beauty, he condemns the mature woman to invisibility.

That the poor are invisible is one of the most important things about them. They are not simply neglected and forgotten as in the old rhetoric of reform; what is much worse, they are not seen.

Small towns are the worst for getting recognised.

Being anonymous is a great luxury. It's a big loss to lose that. Mostly, the loss is the ability to observe others without being observed yourself. And as an actor, that is your key tool.

I think that technological tools that filmmakers use to tell stories, in a perfect world, need to become invisible. When it's brand new and it's never been seen before and you're birthing this stuff, it's very much on people's minds.

One of the advantages of playing in a smaller market is that I can go back to Toronto, or all across the States and never be recognized. I get to go out to dinner, walk my dog, or go to the mall and nobody knows who I am.

xxx each of us carries his or her own solitude. We are invisible and we cannot be touched.

The ones who stay unnoticed often see the most. They live out other people's lives, since their own are so unremarkable...

Is it far?" she asked. "About three hours, ma'am," he said, keeping his eyes on the pavement. "Another three hours." She tried to think of something witty and British to say. "I already feel like a thrice-used tea bag." He didn't smile. "Oh. Um, I'm Jane. What's your name?" He shook his head. "Not allowed to say." Of course, she thought, I'm entering Austenland. The servant class is invisible.

I was wishing I was invisible. Outside, the leaves were falling to the ground, and I was infinitely sad, sad down to my bones. I was sad for Phoebe and her parents and Prudence and Mike, sad for the leaves that were dying, and sad for myself, for something I had lost.

I wondered about Mrs. Winterbottom and what she meant about living a tiny life. If she didn't like all that baking and cleaning and jumping up to get bottles of nail polish remover and sewing hems, why did she do it? Why didn't she tell them to do some of the things themselves? Maybe she was afraid there would be nothing left for her to do. There would be no need for her and she would become invisible and no one would notice.

I'm always amazed at how adults assume I can't hear. They talk about me as if I'm invisible, figuring I'm too retarded to understand their conversation. I learn quite a bit this way.

If I had to see my face while I am writing this, I would not write it. When I was a child, I was encouraged to speak from behind a tree as if I were the tree, or speak as if up from out of the ground, or, as a white adult, to speak out from within a white adult—how easy that has made my life is almost invisible to me.

How long can you keep me invisible?" "As long as were in physical contact." My throat felt dry. "Holding hands?" That's how we'd done it last time. "Unless you had something else in mind?

Perché invero che cosa c'è da sapere su chi scompare? Che cosa c'è da sapere su chi è diventato invisibile? Che cosa c'è da sapere su chi sta sanguinando con la bocca piena di foglie scure?

E accanto a loro, per terra, Hilmer stava piangendo. Avrebbe voluto essere in grado di lasciare quella stanza, ma era impossibile. Non aveva più forze, la sua unica possibilità era di seguire Fors. Perché questo è il destino degli invisibili: si possono muovere solo quando pensiamo a loro.

In most companies, no one really notices you until they need you. And even then, when someone wanders into your office or IMs you and finds that you're gone, they just assume you're doing something constructive. Sitting in some horrible, pointless meeting. Stealing office supplies. Weeping gently in a bathroom stall on the fourth floor. Once you've established yourself as reasonably competent, you can pretty much come and go as you please. And

The safest place to hide a leaf is in a forest.