The fact that the most powerful and significant connections in our lives are (at the time) invisible to us seems to me a compelling argument for religious reverence rather than skeptical empiricism as a response to life's meaning.
Beyond my body my veins are invisible.
Judy Blume excels at describing how it feels to be invisible. So how poetic is it that Blume herself is suddenly everywhere?
Poetry is the break (or rather the meeting at the breaking point) between the visible and the invisible.
The holy spirit means the invisible power of Jehovah, holy because he is holy. This power of Jehovah operated upon the minds of honest men who loved and who were devoted to righteousness, directing them in the writing of the Bible.
A priest is he who lives solely in the realm of the invisible, for whom all that is visible has only the truth of an allegory.
My goal for technology has always been to reach a point where the technological mediation becomes invisible.
When everything goes wrong, what a joy to test your soul and see if it has endurance and courage! An invisible and all-powerful enemy—some call him God, others the Devil, seem to rush upon us to destroy us; but we are not destroyed.
Philosophy and Art both render the invisible visible by imagination.
One of the principal rules of religion is, to lose no occasion of serving God. And, since he is invisible to our eyes, we are to serve him in our neighbour; which he receives as if done to himself in person, standing visibly before us.
The invisible realm is superior and far more real than the visible realm.
Work in the invisible world at least as hard as you do in the visible.
An invisible car came out of nowhere, struck my vehicle and vanished.
For obviously the advantage for most writers is that no one sees them. The writer is invisible, which confers power.
All the great teachers have left a similar message: Go within, discover your invisible higher self and know God as the love that is within you.
And before my Soul took me to task I was hard of hearing; I heard only tumult and uproar. But now I am all ears listening to the silence and its choirs singing the hymns of time, intoning the praises of the firmament, revealing the secrets of the invisible.
Where are you heading, if you’ve got the choice?” James lifted an invisible sword. “‘Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at heart!’ Like my dad. ” Snape made a small, disparaging noise. James turned on him. “Got a problem with that?” “No,” said Snape, though his slight sneer said otherwise. “If you’d rather be brawny than brainy —” “Where’re you hoping to go, seeing as you’re neither?” interjected Sirius.
We do not know what we see, but we see what we know.
Is it possible that the creative act is simply the materialization of the future- making the invisible, visible?
Indifference is the invisible giant of the world.