Quotes About Obscured

go. It was close enough, yet out of sight of the station.

Shrouded in a thick veil

Only a weak spirit sees everything from behind a dark veil. The soul makes its own horizons; your soul is overcast, and that is why the sky seems stormy to you.

Oh, you're moonlight, he'd said. Harder to see, but there for those who look.

I was to discover that like the overcoat that snugly wraps Rizal in all his statues and photographs, Rizal is obscured by countless myths and preconceived ideas... Without his overcoat, Rizal was human, like you and me.

Clouds hid the peaks and only their flanks were visible beneath a murky ceiling.

sometimes the things we think are lost are only hidden

I have known the sun when I saw it, even though clouds dimmed its face.

An evil person is like a dirty window, they never let the light shine through.

Mabel Todd would take possession of Dickinson's papers and market them on her own terms, so that the strange nature of the poet became obscured.

To pick a modern image we once heard, but can't remember where: life is like driving a car with its front window opaque. All you have to go by are your rearview mirrors.

Africa the place is forever obscured by the shadow of Africa the notion.

From my perspective, I think the question of how we build a better future is an extremely important overarching question, and I think it's become obscured from us because we no longer think it's possible to have a meaningful conversation about the future.

The early universe was a dusty place, and the UV radiation from the hot, young black holes and stars would get enshrouded by dust, re-radiated, and scattered into red wavelengths like infra-red, causing these objects to remain obscured.

I think that often my work is obscured by my gender identity.

Writers whose thoughts are expressed with clarity and precision are assumed by readers to be superficial. Where the meaning is obscured, then readers give more attention and consider the fruit of their labour more valuable

Men are like so many books issuing from the Divine press, and if nothing else be written on them, at least the name of the Author is indissolubly engraved on the title page. God is like the watermark on paper, which may be written over without ever being obscured.

Romance takes place in the middle distance. Romance is looking in at yourself, through a window clouded with dew. Romance means leaving things out: where life grunts and snuffles, romance only sighs. Does she want more than that –more of him? Does she want the whole picture?

It was as if the whole world were enveloped in an unmoving blanket of grey smoke. And the whole world was still.

High on their posthumous pedestals, the dead become hard to see.

You can't recall someone whose name has worn away.

Such clouds of dust had risen that there was a sort of twilight around.

I am hidden and I am not.

I am like a ruined piece of parchment scrawled over and over again with your name, so many times it has become illegible.