#visible

If invisible people eat invisible food does invisible wind blow invisible trees? ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#cecelia-ahernt #if-you-could-see-me-now #invisible #food

There are levels of humor. The level above mine is invisible and inaudible. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#inaudible #invisible #levels #humor

That there were other worlds, invisible, unknown, beyond imagination even, was a revelation to him. ↗

— Kim Edwards

#other-worlds #unknown #imagination

They say that none of us exists, except in the imagination of his fellows, other than as an intangible, invisible mentality. ↗

— Edgar Rice Burroughs

#imagination #invisible #mentality #imagination

A quiet kid is a good kid. But a quiet and invisible kid is an even better kid. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#invisible #kid #quiet #life

If I were a superhero, I’d be Honesty Man. I’d be so transparent I’d be invisible.
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— Jarod Kintz

#honesty #humor #invisible #super-hero #transparent

Even if I overcompensate, nobody will ever want me. Not Seth. Not my folks. You can’t kiss someone who has no lips. Oh, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me. I’ll be anybody you want me to be ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#love

Silverfish: "He disappeared a few years ago." "Disappeared? How? said Cuddy. "We think," said Silverfish, leaning closer, "that he found a way of making himself invisible." "Really?" "Because," said Silverfish, nodding conspiratorially, "no-one has seen him. ↗

— Terry Pratchett

#invisible #silverfish #men

If I’m going to write a book every American will want to read, it’s got to have lots of pictures. Those pictures must also move, and all the words in the book must be spoken and available audibly for all the readers to hear as they watch.

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— Jarod Kintz

#books #movie #movies #pictures #readers

After a seven days' march through woodland, the traveler directed toward Baucis cannot see the city and yet he has arrived. The slender stilts that rise from the ground at a great distance from one another and are lost above the clouds support the city. You climb them with ladders. On the ground the inhabitants rarely show themselves: having already everything they need up there, they prefer not to come down. Nothing of the city touches the earth except those long flamingo legs on which it rests and, when the days are sunny, a pierced, angular shadow that falls on the foilage. "There are three hypotheses about the inhabitants of Baucis: that they hate the earth; that they respect it so much they avoid all contact; that they love it as it was before they existed and with spyglasses and telescopes aimed downward they never tire of examining it, leaf by leaf, stone by stone, ant by ant, contemplating with fascination their own absence. ↗

— Italo Calvino

#invisible #love