Quotes About Unseen

As we've known from the beginning, dark matter does, indeed, exert gravity, to which ordinary matter responds. But that's it. After all these years, we haven't discovered it doing anything else.

And I thought also about the love they'd always felt for each other—like stars in the daytime sky, unseen, but always present.

I did a musical that I don't think anybody ever saw, called 'One Shining Moment,' and in that cast was Megan Mullally and Kevin Anderson.

I still feel like there are a lot of things in me that people haven't seen. My soul hasn't been bared yet.

The knob turned easily enough, but the door remained closed, as if an unseen force pushed from the other side. For a moment panic welled up. The feeling of being trapped was overwhelming. Raven? Do you need me? Mikhail was instantly there in her mind, his voice gentle and loving. Just the sound of his voice calmed her. Did you lock me in? Not really, I locked everyone else out to protect you.

Does he know about me? George wonders; do any of them? Oh yes, probably. It wouldn't interest them. They don't want to know about my feelings or my glands or anything below my neck. I could just as well be a severed head carried into the classroom to lecture to them from a dish.

That is what War is, I thought: two ships pass each other, and nobody waves his hand.

We don't see them, but, invisible, they act all around us.

Now and then a visitor wept, to be sure; but this slaughtering machine ran on, visitors or no visitors. It was like some horrible crime committed in a dungeon, all unseen and unheeded, buried out of sight and of memory.

The novel is part of that Western concern with the condition of men, a response to the here and now. In India, thoughtful men have preferred to turn their backs on the here and now and to satisfy what President Radhakrishnan calls 'the basic human hunger for the unseen'. It is not a good qualification for the writing and reading of novels.

Il n'y a rien de tel pour épier les actions des gens que ceux qu'elles ne regardent pas.

had never been

This was it; the Mystery of The Unseen, the Gate of Sorrow, that leads to the Grace of the Redeemer. I pressed my lips together, and my hands gripped the windowsill. I saw the hand of Fatima, and all the visible world sank away from me.

If I don't want to be seen, you don't see me.

I can't see anything" he said in a muffled voice, hand over his eyes. "I'm blind.

Oh! think not that my eyes are dry, Because you mark no falling tears: There flows a river deep and dark, Whose waters ebb not with the years.

My tears fall inward on my heart, And, dew-like, keep its memories green: Sad strains, unheard by other ears, Break forth for me from lips unseen.

I cannot experience your experience. You cannot experience my experience. We are both invisible men.

She only ever saw him at a great distance, and doesn't even know what his true face looked like. She wishes she did. And

We need not fear that children with creative imaginations will make God into nothing more than their other fantasies. The unseen God is real to children.

No one cared who they'd been before, or even who they were now. Sometimes it felt like they lived at the bottom of the world. People at the bottom of the world mind their business, mostly.

Possibly there are few imaginative writers who have not a leaning, secret or avowed, to the occult. The creative gift is in very close relationship with the Great Force behind the universe; for aught we know, may be an atom thereof. It is not strange, therefore, that the lesser and closer of the unseen forces should send their vibrations to it occasionally; or, at all events, that the imagination should incline its ear to the most mysterious and picturesque of all beliefs

The life and liberty and property and happiness of the common man throughout the world are at the absolute mercy of a few persons whom he has never seen, involved in complicated quarrels that he has never heard of.

We are the bones of this city, the heart, the womb. The hidden structure and architecture behind the beautiful facades. We are unseen yet leaned upon, vessels yet not empty, the home for our families. The hopes of our city are thrust upon us, and we will be punished if we fail.