invisible power of being is consciousness
A good novel editor is invisible.
Invisible threads are the strongest ties.
It is enjoyable to make things visible which are invisible.
The Angel of Death is the invisible Angel of Life.
Vision is the art of seeing things invisible.
Love to see the invisible with trust
Vision is the art of seeing what is invisible to others.
The poet is the priest of the invisible.
She was invisible. Forgettable. Forgotten.
A photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see.
Champions are built on a thousand invisible mornings.
When your tears become invisible, disappear
O Light Invisible, we praise Thee! Too bright for mortal vision. O Greater Light, we praise Thee for the less; The eastern light our spires touch at morning, The light that slants upon our western doors at evening, The twilight over stagnant pools at...
...There are issues worth advancing in images worth admiring; and the truth is never "plain," nor appearances ever "sincere." To try to make them so is to neutralize the primary, gorgeous eccentricity of imagery in Western culture since the Reformati...
Hey," Anaxantis protested. "Oh," he added, when the Muktar prince took his member in his mouth. "Oh... that's what you meant by servicing." He laughed softly. "Aw, aw, teeth, teeth, no teeth," he hissed suddenly. "Sowwy," Timishi, mumbled with his mo...
We all want relationships that are healthy and resolved, and sometimes that simply doesn't happen. But the beauty of life is that inside these disappointments are hidden the most miraculous of blessings. What we lose and what we might have been pales...
If you make me lunch," he said, "will you put it in a brown paper bag?...Because when I see kids come to school with their lunch in a paper bag, that means that someone cares about them. Miss Laura, can I please have my lunch in a paper bag?
Ah, I feel a sadness on me, Dane. That's how the Irish people say it. In their language, you can't say, "I sad," or "I happy". They understood what we English have long forgot. We're our sadness. We're not our happiness or our pain but our language h...
In the best fiction, the language itself can become almost invisible.
The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.
