Quotes About Inconspicuous

There was nothing about him to make anybody pay especial attention to him or speculate about his future.

His nickname through all the wards was ' Little Friend of all the World'; and very often, being lithe and inconspicuous, he executed commissions by night on the crowded housetops for sleek and shiny young men of fashion. It was intrigue, of course.

The inconspicuous nine-vehicle motorcade rolled toward Manhattan with motorcycle sirens blaring and lights flashing, attracting no attention at all.

Those fucking spurs! Stealthy, I said! You might as well hang a bell off your cock!

He doesn't look like much,' said Tallow. 'He'd be a poor assassin if he stood out.

He has not lived badly whose birth and death has been unnoticed by the world.

Visual-effects shots should flow into the rest of the live action, and you shouldn't be able to see a difference.

Slowly, Mapes reached into the neck of her dress, brought out a dark sheath. A black handle with deep finger ridges protruded from it. She took sheath in one hand and handle in the other, withdrew a milk-white blade, held it up. The blade seemed to shine and glitter with a light of its own. It was double-edged like a kindjal and the blade was perhaps twenty centimeters long.

The battery of flattery received and enjoyed as lottery by a man from the coterie just flattens his growth inconspicuously but consistently.

I try to stay under the radar.

I try to live under the radar as much as possible.

I like to fly under the radar.

I mostly go under the radar, which is fantastic because I would not be a good famous person.

I like to fly under the radar. I don't like my name in everything.

It's my personality naturally to try to fly under the radar.

She would be invisible, of course. No one would hear her. And nothing has happened, really, that hasn't happened before.

Most people don't recognize me, but they know my name. TSA people rarely recognize my name, ironically, and they are the security people.

The future is like the daytime moon, a diffident but faithful companion, so elegant as to be almost invisible, an inconspicuous marvel.

It was the way he lived. He could walk out of that building at a moment's notice and leave behind no personal trace.

I get recognised sometimes. But I just live my life. I get on the bus, I get on the subway, it's not a problem.

Like a serial killer, the house blended in. It suited its place and its place suited it.

I can go everywhere and no one recognises me.

Sometimes I have no hat, no glasses, and people don't recognise me. When I can work, chill, and no one knows who I am, this is good.

I have had a few people recognise me in public. But I wouldn't like everybody to recognise me. I can still walk across the street and not be noticed.