We live in all we seek. The hidden shows up in too-plain sight. It lives captive on the face of the obvious - the people, events, and things of the day - to which we as sophisticated children have long since become oblivious. What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
Everything that we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see.
You will not ever perceive the truth that is reality. There are many realities.
There was a door to which I found no key: There was the veil through which I might not see.
The thing that is important is the thing that is not seen.
What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?
What I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality.
We lay there and looked up at the night sky and she told me about stars called blue squares and red swirls and I told her I'd never heard of them. Of course not, she said, the really important stuff they never tell you. You have to imagine it on your own.
I like to study a lot of math, physics, and the Bible, too. For me, they all show that there's a lot more to things than we see.
And it is true, best is nothing concealed which shall not be discovered; for which cause a marvellous being shall come after me, who as yet lives not, and who shall reveal many things.
When we speak the word 'life,' it must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach.
I am all that hath been, and is, and shall be; and my veil no mortal has hitherto raised.
This is enough was always true. We just haven't seen it.
...Though there's reasons in things as nobody knows on---- that's pretty much what I've made out; yet some folks are so wise they'll find you fifty reasons straight off, and all the while the real reason's winking at 'em in the corner, and they niver see't.
There is something truer and more real, than what we can see with the eyes, and touch with the finger.
The spirit is so near that you can't see it! But reach for it... don't be a jar, full of water, whose rim is always dry. Don't be the rider who gallops all night and never sees the horse that is beneath him.
We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.
Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, Believing where we cannot prove.
Men of the present time testify of heaven and hell, and have never seen either.
What you are you do not see, what you see is your shadow.
Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.
You couldn't see the key around my neck: it hung too low under both collars. But if I leaned in close, I could make it out, buried deep beneath. Out of sight, hard to recognize, but still able to be found, even if I was the only one to ever look for it.
Think you of the fact that a deaf person cannot hear. Then, what deafness may we not all possess? What senses do we lack that we cannot see and cannot hear another world all around us?
Why then should witless man so much misweene That nothing is but that which he hath seene?
Even wars, big conflicts that have drawn a lot of news coverage, sometimes seem to me to have a center that hasn't been described, that might yet be glimpsed if approached from some odd angle.
