Unseen Presence Quotes

I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.

We're invisible. I've never been here with someone else. It's different being invisible with someone.

I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.

Many people told me such convincing ghost stories that I felt that there really were ghosts, though I hadn't seen any. And though I still haven't seen a ghost, I feel that they are all around us; we are just not aware of them being there.

In fact, I take the view that God, in his infinite wisdom, didn't bother to spring for two joints - heaven and hell. They're the same place, but heaven is when you get everything you want and you meet Mummy and Daddy and your best friends and you all have a hug and a kiss and play your harps. Hell is the same place - no fire and brimstone - but they just all pass by and don't see you. There's nothing, no recognition. You're waving, “It's me, your father,” but you're invisible. You're on a cloud, you've got your harp, but you can't play with nobody because they don't see you. That's hell.

He who is invisible sees more clearly, hears more clearly, and is better able to read the thoughts of men.

Somehow, somewhere, I know that God loves me, even though I do not feel that love as I can feel a human embrace, even though I do not hear a voice as I hear human words...God is greater than my senses, greater than my thoughts, greater than my heart. I do believe that He touches me in places that are unknown even to myself.

The missing aren't missing, they're only departed, All minds keep all thoughts - so like gold - closely guarded.

I don't like the idea of being surrounded by hidden things; people you can't see in buildings and cars.

It would be difficult to write a convincing ghost story set on a sunny day in a big city.

I like seeing people when they can't see me.

I don't need a cloak to become invisible.

Dark matter is everywhere. In this room. Everywhere.

You can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you.

Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count, there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded I do not know whether a man or a woman -But who is that on the other side of you?

Coraline shivered. She preferred her other mother to have a location: if she were nowhere, then she could be anywhere. And, after all, it is always easier to be afraid of something you cannot see.

I'd like to be invisible. To be anonymous and see things for what they really are. The truth may be painful but it's probably useful!

For all these years I kept my mouth closed so selfish desires would not fall out. And because I remained quiet for so long now my daughter does not hear me... All these years I kept my true nature hidden, running along like a small shadow so nobody could catch me. And because I moved so secretly now my daughter does not see me... We are lost, she and I, unseen and not seeing; unheard and not hearing, unknown by others.

I am the visible part of the invisible Christ. He is the invisible part of the visible me.

I think someone follows me. They do the most random stuff. I get a photo taken through a burger drive-through window and it's like, 'What?'. They always seem like they're six feet away. I don't understand. I'm walking around and I don't see anybody.

And when we are with Alex, I might as well not be there. They speak in a language of whispers and giggles and secrets; their words are like a fairy-tale tangle of thorns, which place a wall between us.

Hazel frowned. "Why that one?" "You don't see the ghost?" Frank asked. "Ghost?" Nico asked. Okay... if Frank was seeing a ghost that the Underworld kids couldn't see, something was definitely wrong.

But as was so often the case, it was the one person missing who you thought about more than the ones who were right in front of you.

God is to me the Great Unknown. I believe in Him, but I find Him not.

It seems to me that invisibility is the required provision of elegance. Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.