Quotes About Unseen

Mathematical science shows what is. It is the language of unseen relations between things. But to use and apply that language, we must be able fully to appreciate, to feel, to seize the unseen, the unconscious.

She was, after all, only a rabbit.

Like all familiar objects, it had become invisible.

Death will be like that. We will be forever recognizing people we have never met.

The noblest service comes from nameless hands; and the best servant does his work unseen.

You see women struggling to keep it all together while a loved one is in jail. But we don't hear about them or their struggles in a way that resonates with others. Their stories are so compelling. It's as if they are in their own little world and no one else sees them.

I'm always overlooked.

And what they found was something no one had ever seen before." "What's that?" "Well, no one had ever seen it, so it didn't have a name.

There is so much more than we can see, there is so much more that we can be.

No living thing is insignificant.

But the face I would always remember best was the one that never made the pictures. The one behind the camera.

what the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over

I want to be someone capable of seeing the unseen faces, of seeing those who do not seek fame or glory, who silently fulfil the role life has given them. I want to be able to do this because the most important things, those that shape our existence, are precisely the ones that never show their faces.

At any given moment in our lives, there are certain things that could have happened but didn't. The magic moments go unrecognized, and then suddenly, the hand of destiny changes everything.

The value of art is its ability to look into the "world of oblivion" and to find things that are generally unrecognized, forgotten, invisible and impossible to tell.

Mystery is the art of eliciting unseen things hidden in the shadow of natural ones... and serving to demonstrate as real the things that are not.

War , Beranabus murmurs, face crinkling. Most humans know nothing of true warfare. They wage their silly territorial battles, kill each other ruthlessly and freely, and consider themselves experts on war and suffering. But the real war has always been ahead of them, unseen, unimagined. Enemies who can't be killed by normal weapons, who have their base in an alternate universe, who are interested only in slaughtering every living being on the face of the planet.

Nothing again. No one is listening. No one is waiting to hear the kicking of a man above. It is unexpected. You have no ears for someone like me.

How is freedom exercised?" ... "Willfully, Irregularly. Through refutation of the custom. The breaking of patterns. Being unseen. Solitude. Social indifference. Fighting ill-wrought power. Irreverence for authority. Moving without limit or schedule through the day and the world. Choosing when to participate and when to withdraw.

They were not rich. They were not powerful. They were truly the forgotten.

But in the end, you can't kill what you can't see coming . . .

what we can see may constitute no more than 10 percent, and perhaps as little as 1 percent, of the matter in the universe.

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

He that commends me to mine own content Commends me to the thing I cannot get. I to the world am like a drop of water That in the ocean seeks another drop, Who, falling there to find his fellow forth, Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself: So I, to find a mother and a brother, In quest of them, unhappy, lose myself.