Quotes About Unnoticed

Just because you don't see the tears doesn't mean they aren't there.

Sometimes when you're sad, no one cares. Sometimes when you cry, no one sees. Sometimes when you leave no one notices.

It's odd, isn't it? People die everyday and the world goes on like nothing happened.

I started designing my handbags in my apartment and I had six samples made in satin-finished nylon. I displayed them at trade shows but they went unnoticed at first.

I really liked it best when I was a nobody.

When you are not successful, nobody listens to you.

I know I'm not a marquee name, and I'm looked past by most guys.

No one noticed them, which was just as it should have been; and life in the city went on….

No one cared what she wanted. No one had ever cared. And perhaps, worst of all, no one ever would care.

He is mad about being small when you were big, but no, that's not it, he is mad about being helpless when you were powerful, but no, not that either, he is mad about being contingent when you were necessary, not quite it, he is insane because when he loved you, you didn't notice.

he is insane because when he loved you, you didn't notice.

The days were so much alike I barely noticed the months pass.

nineteenth-century French economist Frédéric Bastiat pointed out that just because something is less noticed doesn't mean it's less important than things that are obvious: In the department of economy, an act,

They talk about everything that happened right in front of me like I'm not there. They don't see me. When you don't see someone, she disappears. That's why I'm vanishing.

Everyone had forgotten her. But that's the way Penny was-- so quiet and unimportant that you could look right at her and never see her. Esther had no idea why Penny always showed up at Grandma's house on Sunday afternoons when they came to visit. She was just one of those nosy neighbors with no life of her own, who watched other people's lives as if watching a movie.

I had seen the way he looked at Deidameia; or rather the way he did not. It was the same way he had looked at the boys in Phthia, blank and unseeing. He had never, not once, looked at me that way.

I waited for someone to remark on my absence, but no one did, for no one had noticed. Why would they? I was nothing, a stone. One more nymph child among the thousand thousands.

He had blown the trumpet for so long that no one heard it anymore.

He drove through the quiet village of Antioch without seeing another human

Had it not been for two notorious murders in the early 1980s, Ada would have gone unnoticed by the world. And that would have been just fine with the good folks of Pontotoc County.

No one will even know.

Don't you wonder how many people notice you? But you don't notice them.. because you are too busy noticing someone that'll never notice you?

I don't like being ignored, and I don't like being forgotten...

It's not very nice being forgotten about so easily.