Quotes About Sight

And they need not cause you grief. As my Highland grandmother said—and she had the Sight—"Tis not the dead ye have to be concerned about! Beware of the Living!" And she was a wise woman. The dead are beyond your help or mine, poor things. But the living need us. Thirty souls at the least, Phryne, are still on that island to praise God who might now be angels—or devils.

When I finished my bowl, without thinking, I dipped my finger in the glaze that had accumulated and Roland licked it right off my finger, ravenous. "quite a sight." Mary finally said, and I felt like maybe she was sincere, that we were something to behold.

The eye hath ruined me,' the heart complained. 'The heart has lost me,' the eye replied. I know not which told the truth, which lied Between, the two, it was Meer who died.

If it looks good, you'll see it. If it sounds good, you'll hear it. If its marketed right, you'll buy it. But... If its real... you'll feel it.

Holes of this sort are rare in New York City, where the earth is sealed beneath a layer of asphalt, and one can go for years without catching sight of actual dirt.

Still, the one who best understands the significance of light is not the electrician, not the painter, not the photographer, but the man who lost his sight in adulthood. There must be the wisdom of deficiency in deficiency, just as there is the wisdom of plenty in plenty.

Great public speakers know this and build presentations around one of the senses predominantly, but they incorporate at least one or two others: sight, sound, touch, smell, and taste. Smell and taste are harder to incorporate

I'd never seen so many books. Never. The sight made my eyes water. I mean, tear right up.

O what a sight were Man, if his attires Did alter with his minde; And like a dolphins skinne, his clothes combin'd With his desires!

A man who sees nothing has no use for his eyes.

Before he had lost his sight, the maester had loved books as much as Samwell Tarly did. He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

A man who sees nothing has no use for his eyes," the Mountain declared. "Cut them out and give them to your next outrider. Tell him you hope that four eyes might see better than two . . . and if not, the man after him will have six.

Con dos ojos puedes verme la cara. Con tres podrías verme el corazón. Con dos puedes ver aquel roble. Con tres podrías ver la bellota de la que nació y el tocón seco en que se convertirá algún día. Con dos no ves más allá de tus paredes. Con tres podrías ver el mar del Verano, al sur, y el norte más allá del Muro

How many eyes does Lord Bloodraven have? A thousand eyes and one.

Reading books by candlelight will make you blind." "I need the candlelight to see the words, ser." "Do you want a clout in the ear?

He closed his third eye and opened the other two, the old two, the blind two.

Our gods gave us legs to run with, noses to smell with, hands to touch and feel. What mad cruel god would give a man eyes and tell him he must forever keep them shut, and never look at all the beauty in the world?

A fish on a leash, he said, chortling. There's a sight I never saw before.

He was surprised at how low the candle had burned. Had the bean-and-bacon soup been today or yesterday? Yesterday. It must have been yesterday. The realization made him yawn. Jon would be wondering what had become of him, though Maester Aemon would no doubt understand. Before he had lost his sight, the maester had loved books as much as Samwell Tarly did. He understood the way that you could sometimes fall right into them, as if each page was a hole into another world.

And he spoke very slowly, in a voice that was also like fog, that drifted and curled and hid things, and you knew that there were mysteries there and things brooding just out of sight and far-off lights that you would never reach.

Reading books by candlelight will make you blind.

The eye is the jewel of the body.

He had but one eye, and the pocket of prejudice runs in favour of two.

Dowling Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine.