Quotes About Invisibility

Everybody knew what she was called, but nobody anywhere knew her name. Disremembered and unaccounted for, she cannot be lost because no one is looking for her, and even if they were, how can they call her if they don't know her name? Although she has claim, she is not claimed. In the place where long grass opens, the girl who waited to be loved and cry shame erupts in her separate parts, to make it easy for the chewing laughter to swallow her all away. It was not a story to pass on.

They bowed their heads and listened obediently to Misner's beautifully put words and the tippy-tap steps of women who were nowhere in sight.

they just didn't take Stephanie Coburn very seriously.

No matter how many stones you throw at the water's surface, no matter how much you step on a shadow, the water's surface does not disappear, the shadow does not disappear.

True peace was rare when you were fat. When you were fat, you wore armor to protect and deflect. You were either sharp and bitter, inspiring fear in potential bullies, or you were extra cheerful to show nothing mattered at all, not the snubs or the insults or the degradation. When you were fat, you worked so hard to be invisible. You lived in fear of being noticed, singled out, of having someone point out what you already knew.

Beauty was just another way to discount her, to not see her.

I am isolated. I sit in a glass ball, I see people through a glass wall. I scream, but they do not hear me. - Ellen West

Porque es un poco así, el tiempo transcurre a hurtadillas, disimulando, no le vemos andar.

The process of viewing another as consumable, as something, is usually invisible to us. Its invisibility occurs because it corresponds to the view of the dominant culture. The process is also invisible to use because the end product of the process - the object of consumption - is available everywhere.

She fails to see who I am, even, for her eyes do not, will not, take me in. Instead they transmit a powerful message. She is like a billboard flashing, starkly: 'Keep Out'.

Nicht gesehen, nicht erkannt zu werden, unsichtbar zu sein für andere, ist wirklich die existentiellste Form der Missachtung.

In suburbia," Van Sickler said, "no one can hear you scream.

I was under the impression that I warned you that in London country ways will not do, Frederica!" "You did!" she retorted. "And although I can't say that I paid much heed to your advice it so happens that I am accompanied today by my aunt!" "Who adds invisibility to her other accomplishments!

She was like a butterfly, full of color and vibrancy when she chose to open her wings, yet hardly visible when she closed them.

Most people would rather be seen through than not seen at all.

A man who wants to live cannot live in a house with lights in the windows. He must live in a hole and hide by day. A man must live so that he leaves no trace of his living. That is what it has come to.

No se veía como un cuerpo pesado que va dejando un rastro, sino como algo parecido a una partícula liviana sobre la superficie de una tierra demasiado dormida como para notar el rasguño de las patas de las hormigas, el mordisqueo de las mariposas, el revoloteo del polvo.

Porque no los contaron en el último censo y por consiguiente no tienen números y por consiguiente no existen. Son fantasmas.

I feel as though I am shelved. That I have been given the words to the story of my life, but that I have remained largely unread...

She didn't belong on this side. She couldn't stand the idea of going back to the Sanctuary. She was like the summer air that stretched between the grassy green ground and the star-studded galaxy above. She was neither here nor there…and she was invisible.

In trying to be perfect, He perfected the art of anonymity, Became imperceptible And arrived nowhere from nowhere.

When I had exhausted our library I made several excursions—to Saint Andrew's, to Oxford, to the German Universities—and read over the shoulders of mortal students. It was sometimes very trying not being able to turn the pages for myself, since I was a quicker reader than they; but invisibility had its drawbacks.

There is an amusing sense of superiority in seeing and remaining unseen.

Our contemporary poverty is as transparent as glass and as invisible as the air. Our poverty is kilometer-long lines, the constant elbowing, spiteful officials, trains late without reason, the water cut off by some disaster (...), the monotony of living without any hope whatsoever, the decaying historic cities, the provinces emptying the rivers poisoned. Our poverty is the grace of the totalitarian state by whose grace we live.