When you’re invisible, no one can see that you’re different.

Every thing looks permanent until its secret is known.

Invisible things are the only realities; invisible things alone are the things that shall remain.

The present is always invisible because it's environmental. No environment is perceptible, simply because it saturates the whole field of attention.

I am invisible, understand, simply because people refuse to see me. Like the bodiless heads you see sometimes in circus sideshows, it is as though I have been surrounded by mirrors of hard, distorting glass. When they approach me they see only my surroundings, themselves or figments of their imagination, indeed, everything and anything except me.

A photograph is always invisible, it is not it that we see.

It is those who can see the invisible that can do the impossible.

The things we see every day are the things we never see at all.

The theme of invisibility has haunted me for many years, since earliest girlhood. A woman often feels ‘invisible’ in a public sense precisely because her physical being - her ‘visibility’ - figures so prominently in her identity. She is judged as a body, she is ‘attractive’ or ‘unattractive’, while knowing that her deepest self is inward, and secret: knowing, hoping that her spiritual essence is a great deal more complex than the casual eye of the observer will allow… it might be argued that all persons, defined to themselves rather more as what they think and dream than what they do, are ‘invisible’.

whether it's a house or the stars or the desert, what makes them beautiful is invisible.

i am invisible understand, simply because people refuse to see me

It's the truth, even if it didn't happen...

...if they don't exist, how can a man see them?

It always seems impossible until it's done.

It always seems impossible until it's done.