Quotes About Visibility

I want to be seen. I want proof I existed.

My every meeting, movement, my every word, will be available to all my constituents and to the world.

I'm so scared of dying without ever being really seen. Can you understand?

When something large and oncoming passed, the windshield's big rectangle was for a moment incandesced and opaque with water, which the wipers heaved mightily to displace.

The immediate point of the fish story is that the most obvious, ubiquitous, important realities are often the ones that are the hardest to see and talk about. States as an English sentence, of course, this is just a banal platitude - but the fact is that, in the day-to-day trenches of adult existence, banal platitudes can have life-or-death importance. That may sound like hyperbole, or abstract nonsense.

What put him there, here and now, for you to see, is that he can't be seen. That's what the whole thing's about, now. That no one is really the way they have to be seen.

Guía breve, pero útil, de desobediencia civil Manifestaciones y Marchas. El aspecto clave de una manifestación es que tiene que ser visible. De ahí el término <>. Si una persona se manifiesta con carácter privado en su domicilio, no constituye técnicamente una manifestación, sino meramente <> o <>

The invisible God makes himself visible in the love that Christians have for one another.

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

Why were the things that were closest so often the hardest to see?

A funny thing happens when more than one knitter gathers in a public place. A solo knitter, presuming she is a woman, quickly fades into the backdrop like a potted palm or a quietly nursing mother. ... A single knitter is shorthand for "nothing to see here, move on." But when knitters gather, we become incongruously conspicuous. We are a species that other people aren't used to seeing in flocks, like a cluster of Corgis, a dozen Elvis impersonators waiting for the elevator.

Eles olhavam e não a viam. Ela fazia mais sombra do que existia.

All at once the exteriority of the world for the body that opens up to it, the distance of the things in front of this body, their absolute alterity, the body's folding back outside everything that it captures and yet its implication in the visible, the turning back of the visible upon itself that constitutes it as seeing and that causes it to perceive from the very foundation of being to which it adheres.

You begin to think, maybe erroneously, that this other kind of anger is really a type of knowledge: the type that both clarifies and disappoints. It responds to insult and attempted erasure simply by asserting presence, and the energy required to present, to react, to assert is accompanied by visceral disappointment: a disappointment in the sense that no amount of visibility will alter the ways in which one is perceived.

For so long you thought the ambition of racist language was to denigrate and erase you as a person. After considering Butler's remarks, you begin to understand yourself as rendered hypervisible in the face of such language acts. Language that feels hurtful is intended to exploit all the ways that you are present. Your alertness, your openness, and your desire to engage actually demand your presence, your looking up, your talking back, and, as insane as it is, saying please.

Patricia Williams has pointed out in The Alchemy of Race and Rights: "The cold game of equality staring makes me feel like a thin sheet of glass…. I could force my presence, the real me contained in those eyes, upon them, but I would be smashed in the process." Interviewed

You begin to think, maybe erroneously, that this other kind of anger is really a type of knowledge: the type that both clarifies and disappoints. It responds to insult and attempted erasure simply by asserting presence, and the energy required to present, to react, to assert is accompanied by visceral disappointment: a disappointment in the sense that no amount of visibility will alter the ways in which one is perceived. Recognition

The moon does not appear above all places where we stand. We know it is there, even when we have doubts that it may not be visible in the coming days.

There is a reason why trash bags aren't made of transparent plastic.

A cidade está impregnada de vazio. Um carro atropela meus olhos com suas luzes. O condutor foge, pois é difícil me ver na escuridão.

Too much light would mean danger, but if it were too dark, I would not be able to make sure that the person I was meeting was really Major Taniguchi.

Nobody ever really sees me the way I am, underneath everything. But she did. She does.

Your children see!" screamed Bonnie. Her face was ugly with rage. "We see! We fucking see!

Your inferiority was right there on display for the world to see.