Famous Quotes About Unseen
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Top Quotes About Unseen
1. "When you live in love and light, you will not go unseen; ignite the world with every flame of your being."
Author: Alexandra Elle
2. "Even though Chinese society was really closed, there were two windows for me to explore the world. One was from my mother and grandmother, the unseen and invisible world. Another window was brought from my father's side, those classic and Western books."
Author: Cai Guo Qiang
3. "Reality is symbolicof an unseen insanity"
Author: Carl John X Veraja
4. "For many, love is a two-sided coin. It can strengthen or stifle, expand or enfeeble, perfect or pauperize. When love is returned, we soar. We are taken to heights unseen, where it delights, invigorates, and beautifies. When love is spurned, we feel crippled, disconsolate, and bereaved. Polish the coin and you will see only requited love on both sides. I was destined to love you and I will belong to you forever."
Author: Colleen Houck
5. "Those who turn the day into night, the young, the drug addict, the profligate, the drunken and that most miserable, the lover who watches all night long in fear and anguish. These can never again live the life of the day. When one meets them at high noon they give off, as if it were a protective emanation, something dark and muted. The light does not become them any longer. They begin to have an unrecorded look. It is as if they were being tried by the continual blows of an unseen adversary."
Author: Djuna Barnes
6. "Nature: The unseen intelligence which loved us into being, and is disposing of us by the same token"
Author: Elbert Hubbard
7. "So she way awake at night and at times there was a curious peacefulness to this, the darkness warm as though the deep violet duvet held its color unseen, wrapping around Pam some soothing aspect of her youth, as her mind wandered over a life that felt puzzingly long; she experienced a quiet surprise that so many lifetimes could be fit into one."
Author: Elizabeth Strout
8. "Creativity leads others to where I lead you, to an unseen beauty, so ineffable its very beauty destroys itself..."
9. "Religion may be defined thus: a belief in, and homage rendered to, existences unseen and causes unknown."
Author: Frances Wright
10. "Today I know that all things are watching, that nothing goes unseen, that even wallpaper has a better memory than human beings."
Author: Günter Grass
11. "Evan ran his finger across the faded leather spines. He laughed at how silly some of the names were: Paint Your Roses Red, Edelweiss and Me, World of Mushrooms and Fungi, The Toadstool Diaries, Daffodils Unseen and Exotic Plants Unleashed, to name but a few."
Author: H.B. Bolton
12. "The moose will perhaps one day become extinct; but how naturally then, when it exists only as a fossil relic, and unseen as that, may the poet or sculptor invent a fabulous animal with similar branching and leafy horns, — a sort of fucus or lichen in bone, — to be the inhabitant of such a forest as this!"
Author: Henry David Thoreau
13. "Kuan Yin is showing me picture of a windsurfer skimming effortlessly along the ocean's surface," describes Ms. Lees. "While quite skilled, he is nevertheless very focused on the elements around him. The windsurfer is focused upon how to turn the sail. His question must always be, 'what am I going to do with the wind that is blowing right now,'" instructs Kuan Yin: "There are the waves and there is the wind, seen and unseen forces. Everyone has these same elements in their lives, the seen and unseen: karma and free will. The question is, ‘how are you going to handle what you have?' You are riding the karmic wave underneath and the wind can shift. Everyone must take what they see and deal with that which is unseen."
Author: Hope Bradford
14. "A little "thank you" that you will say to someone for a "little favour" shown to you is a key to unlock the doors that hide unseen "greater favours". Learn to say "thank you" and why not?"
Author: Israelmore Ayivor
15. "The clock holds me nowhere. Nowhere. Nowhere. There is nothing else but now and the shifting depth of the night. I sit at a table alone smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee and listening and surviving. I should not be here or anywhere. I should not be breathing or taking space. I should not have been given this moment or anything else. I should not have this opportunity again to live. I do not deserve it or deserve anything yet it is here and I am here and I Have it all of it still. I won't have it again. This moment or this chance they are the same and they are mine if I choose them and I do. I want them. Now and as long as I can have them they are both precious and fleeting and gone in the blink of an eye don't waste them. A moment and an opportunity and a life, all in the unseen tick of a clock holding me nowhere. My heart is beating. The walls are pale and quiet. I am surviving."
Author: James Frey
16. "You bore me away, framed me in oak and tinsel, set me above your marriage couch. Unseen, one summer eve, you kissed me in four places. And with loving pencil you shaded my eyes, my bosom and my shame."
Author: James Joyce
17. "I want to fulfill myself in one of the rarest of destinies. I have only a dim notion of what it ?will be. I want it to have not a graceful curve slightly bent toward evening but a hitherto unseen beauty ?lovely because of the danger which works away at it overwhelms it undermines it. Oh let me be only utter? beauty I shall go quickly or slowly but I shall dare what must be dared. I shall destroy appearances the ?casings will burn away and one evening I shall appear there in the palm of your hand quiet and pure like a? glass statuette. You will see me. Round about me there will be nothing left."
Author: Jean Genet
18. "Slowly the golden memory of the dead sun fades from the hearts of the cold, sad clouds. Silent, like sorrowing children, the birds have ceased their song, and only the moorhen's plaintive cry and the harsh croak of the corncrake stirs the awed hush around the couch of waters, where the dying day breathes out her last. From the dim woods on either bank, Night's ghostly army, the grey shadows, creep out with noiseless tread to chase away the lingering rear- guard of the light, and pass, with noiseless, unseen feet, above the waving river-grass, and through the sighing rushes; and Night, upon her sombre throne, folds her black wings above the darkening world, and, from her phantom palace, lit by the pale stars, reigns in stillness."
Author: Jerome K. Jerome
19. "He still heard his mother's voice--"Davey"--rise like whisper-dust from unseen corners in the house, but it was no longer the only voice he heard. His ears were also filled with the voices of others--his father and Primrose and Refrigerator John and his grandmother. Of course, all of their words for a thousand years could not fill the hole left by his mother, but they could raise a loving fence around it so he didn't keep falling in."
Author: Jerry Spinelli
20. "I channel the rote and the new and unseen. My head has always been the busiest of crossroads, a festival of happy and unhappy arrivals. In the hours before daybreak when I was a boy, god sent me words as visitors."
Author: Jim Shepard
21. "The continuity of life is never broken; the river flows onward and is lost to our sight, but under its new horizon it carries the same waters which it gathered under ours, and its unseen valleys are made glad by the offerings which are borne down to them from the past,--flowers, perchance, the germs of which its own waves had planted on the banks of Time."
Author: John Greenleaf Whittier
22. "And we all nodded at him: the man of finance, the man of accounts, the man of law, we all nodded at him over the polished table that like a still sheet of brown water reflected our faces, lined, wrinkled; our faces marked by toil, by deceptions, by success, by love; our weary eyes looking still, looking always, looking anxiously for something out of life, that while it is expected is already gone – has passed unseen, in a sigh, in a flash – together with the youth, with the strength, with the romance of illusions."
Author: Joseph Conrad
23. "There is a faculty in man that will acknowledge the unseen. He may scout and scare religion from him; but if he does, superstition perches near."
Author: Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu
24. "The warm dampness of her breath made me shiver at the mix of the familiar and the unknown, with a soft exhalation she shifted her head and her lips found my collarbone, teasingly shy of my old scar. Tendrils pulsed in time with my heart, building on the ones before to an unseen height."
Author: Kim Harrison
25. "?"For all we become aware of when we slowly wake up, you can't help but pause and wonder what is still left unseen."
Author: L.M. Fields
26. "In the elder days of artBuilders wrought with greatest careEach minute and unseen part,For the gods see everywhere,"
Author: L.M. Montgomery
27. "The dolphins play, the whales sing: the unicorn dances. . . The Charm of the Unseen, the Barely Seen, the Hidden, descends cryptically upon all sentient beings. Your Blessed Charisma, Grateful Goddess, whether waxing or waning never ceases to amaze us. Voices of Myraids of choirs rise in sonorous exaltation and fill the Heavens with their ringing adoration. We bow with rapture to Your Serene Majesty - Divine Enchantress. Return to us always."
Author: Lady Svetlana
28. "I know I stand visibly onstage, but my function is still unseen, because I rarely see the immediate results of what I am saying or doing or writing."
Author: Larry Norman
29. "Normally death came at night, taking a person in their sleep, stopping their heart or tickling them awake, leading them to the bathroom with a splitting headache before pouncing and flooding their brain with blood. It waits in alleys and metro stops. After the sun goes down plugs are pulled by white-clad guardians and death is invited into an antiseptic room.But in the country death comes, uninvited, during the day. It takes fishermen in their longboats. It grabs children by the ankles as they swim. In winter it calls them down a slope too steep for their budding skills, and crosses their skies at the tips. It waits along the shore where snow met ice not long ago but now, unseen by sparkling eyes, a little water touches the shore, and the skater makes a circle slightly larger than intended. Death stands in the woods with a bow and arrow at dawn and dusk. And it tugs cars off the road in broad daylight, the tires spinning furiously on ice or snow, or bright autumn leaves."
Author: Louise Penny
30. "Love is a fire that burns unseen,a wound that aches yet isn't felt,an always discontent contentment,a pain that rages without hurting,a longing for nothing but to long,a loneliness in the midst of people,a never feeling pleased when pleased,a passion that gains when lost in thought.It's being enslaved of your own free will;it's counting your defeat a victory;it's staying loyal to your killer.But if it's so self-contradictory,how can Love, when Love chooses,bring human hearts into sympathy?"
Author: Luís Vaz De Camões
31. "It takes sometime to understand that life can't always go your way. People move on and change their minds, and leave you stranded. But you have to remember there's always a road that will lead you to wonderful places unseen, to people unheard and stories untold."
Author: Luisa Henao
32. "Right now I am like the unborn baby in the womb, knowing nothing except the comforting warmth of the amniotic fluid in which I swim, the comforting nourishment entering my body from a source I cannot see or understand. My whole being comes from an unseen, unknown nurturer. By that nurturer I am totally loved and protected, and that love is forever. It does not end when I am precipitated out of the safe waters of the womb into the unsafe world. It will. It end when I breathe my last, mortal breath. That love manifested itself joyously in the creation of the universe, became particular for us in Jesus, and will show itself most gloriously in the Second Coming. We need not fear."
Author: Madeleine L'Engle
33. "It's what we chase but never find. It is the mystery of our lives, the understanding that even when we have everything we want it is one day to leave us. It's the something unseen, the lurking devastation, the darkness that gives our lives dimension."
Author: Marisha Pessl
34. "Darkness is impossible to remember. Consequently cavers desire to return to those unseen depths where they have just been. It is an addiction. No one is ever satisfied. Darkness never satisfies. Especcially if it takes something away which it almost always invariably does."
Author: Mark Z. Danielewski
35. "Literature is a microscope; it shows us the unseen!"
Author: Mehmet Murat Ildan
36. "Poetry is inspired by the elements of random thoughts, an overflow of gazing at the unseen."
Author: Michael Bassey Johnson
37. "Visual and performing artists produce art that lives in the present world. The art of the writer exists in another dimension. Through strings of words and phrases writers inspire their readers to imagine, to conjure images, to suspend disbelief, to enter a world visible only in their minds. It is in that unseen world where the art of the writer lives."
Author: Mindie Burgoyne
38. "There was once an invisible man who had grown tired of being unseen. It was not that he was actually invisible. It was that people had become used to not seeing him. And if no one sees you, are you really there at all?""
Author: Patrick Ness
39. "Where roads are made I lose my way.In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.The pathway is hidden by the birds' wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way."
Author: Rabindranath Tagore
40. "All down the way the pursued and the pursuing, the dream and the dreamers, the quarry and the hounds. All down the way the sudden revealment, the flash of familiar eyes, the cry of an old, old name. Everyone leaping forward as, like an image reflected from ten thousand mirrors, ten thousand eyes, the running dream came and went, a different face to those ahead, those behind, those yet to be met, those unseen... And here they all are now, at the boat, wanting the dream for their own."
Author: Ray Bradbury
41. "The wind outside nested in each tree, prowled the sidewalks in invisible treads like unseen cats.Tom Skelton shivered. Anyone could see that the wind was a special wind this night, and the darkness took on a special feel because it was All Hallows' Eve. Everything seemed cut from soft black velvet or gold or orange velvet. Smoke panted up out of a thousand chimneys like the plumes of funeral parades. From kitchen windows drifted two pumpkin smells: gourds being cut, pies being baked."
Author: Ray Bradbury
42. "Dandelion wine. The words were summer on the tongue. The wine was summer caught and stoppered...sealed away for opening on a January day with snow falling fast and the sun unseen for weeks..."
Author: Ray Bradbury
43. "To live in darkness is to surrender to madness, to hide behind light is to ignore the blight, walk the road between and your worries will go unseen."
Author: Ryan J Rousseau
44. "The beautiful word found by human being for the unseen feeling is love."
Author: Saravana Kumar Murugan
45. "Haven't you ever known someone rejected by a lover, who, consumed by rage and jealousy, never lets go? They look on from a distance, unseen but boiling inside. The emotion never seems to tire, this hatred mixed with intense obsession, even with a kind of twisted love."
Author: Scott Westerfeld
46. "Matthew had won this battle—a battle in a war marked no more by yards on an open field, but by scars unseen."
Author: Steve V. Cypert
47. "The organist was almost at the end of the anthem's long introduction, and as the crescendo increases the cathedral began to glitter before my eyes until I felt as if every stone in the building was vibrating in anticipation of the sweeping sword of sound from the Choir.The note exploded in our midst, and at that moment I knew our creator had touched not only me but all of us, just as Harriet had touched that sculpture with a loving hand long ago, and in that touch I sensed the indestructible fidelity, the indescribable devotion and the inexhaustible energy of the creator as he shaped his creation, bringing life out of dead matter, wresting form continually from chaos. Nothing was ever lost, Harriet had said, and nothing was ever wasted because always, when the work was finally completed, every article of the created process, seen or unseen, kept or discarded, broken or mended – EVERYTHING was justified, glorified and redeemed."
Author: Susan Howatch
48. "She laughed I was aware of becoming involvedin her laughter and being part of it, until herteeth were only accidental stars with a talentfor squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps,inhaled at each momentary recovery, lost finallyin the dark caverns of her throat, bruised bythe ripple of unseen muscles. An elderly waiterwith trembling hands was hurriedly spreadinga pink and white checked cloth over the rustygreen iron table, saying: "If the lady andgentleman wish to take their tea in the garden,if the lady and gentleman wish to take theirtea in the garden ..." I decided that if theshaking of her breasts could be stopped, some ofthe fragments of the afternoon might be collected,and I concentrated my attention with carefulsubtlety to this end."
Author: T.S. Eliot
49. "The Fever BirdThe fever bird sand out last night.I could not sleep, try as I might.My brain was split, my spirit raw.I looked into the garden, sawThe shadow of the amaltasShake slightly on the moonlit grassUnseen, the bird cried out its grief,Its lunacy, without relief:Three notes repeated closer, higher,Soaring, then sinking down like fireOnly to breathe the night and soar,As crazed, as desperate, as before.I shivered in the midnight heatAnd smelt the sweat that soaked my sheet.And now tonight I hear againThe call that skewers though my brain,The call, the brain-sick triple note--A cone of pain stuck inits throat.I am so tired I could weep.Mad bird, for God's sake let me sleepWhy do you cry like one possessed?When will you rest? When will you rest?Why wait each night till all but I Lie sleeping in the house, then cry?Why do you scream into my earWhat no one else but I can hear?"
Author: Vikram Seth
50. "He that commends me to mine own contentCommends me to the thing I cannot get.I to the world am like a drop of waterThat 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."
Author: William Shakespeare
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