Quotes About Sight

time he only saw windows.

The eyes that saw too much because they did not close enough.

Because the eye has seen, thoughts are structured upon images and not upon ideas.

the man was so cross-eyed he could stand in the middle of the week and see both Sundays.

It is hard to notice what you see every day.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

He that is strucken blind can not forget the precious treasure of his eyesight lost.

I have no way and therefore want no eyes I stumbled when I saw. Full oft 'tis seen our means secure us, and our mere defects prove our commodities.

No, Cassius; for the eye sees not itself, But by reflection, by some other things.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.

When the devout religion of mine eye Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires, And these, who, often drowned, could never die, Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars! One fairer than my love? The all-seeing sun Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

You see we do, yet see you but our hands And this the bleeding business they have done: Our hearts you see not; they are pitiful

I think seeing happens partly through the eyes, but not entirely.

Lightning - 1881-1968 There is a solitude in seeing you, Followed by your company when you are gone. You are like heaven's veils of lightning. I cannot see till afterward How beautiful you are. There is a blindness in seeing you, Followed by the sight of you when you are gone.

Grief was like that. It gradually faded into a dull ache, until some simple sight or sound or scent hit him like a hammer blow.

But it cut him, all the same, to see one of his own so upset by the sight of what other children craved and he could not help but wonder if she'd be brave enough or able for what the world had in store.

I am blinded. I open my eyes wide and only see. But the secret - that I neither see nor feel. Could I be making here a true orgy of what's behind thought?

We usually see things by eye... and feel the rest by imagination, illusion or instinct.

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I tell you, it's misery. There is nothing more dreadful to me than the sight of people getting drunk. And that's what they call life. And that's what you call life. I tell you, it's death.

We may have civilized bodies and yet barbarous souls. We are blind to the real sights of this world; deaf to its voice; and dead to its death. And not till we know, that one grief outweighs ten thousand joys will we become what Christianity is striving to make us.

For practical purposes, I think the way to get the most out of celestial navigation can be stated in five rules. 1. Take five and average. 2. Non decimalis carborundum. (Don't drown in the decimals.) 3. Keep your altitudes between 10° and 70°. 4. Use a calculator for sight reduction from your DR. 5. Don't pass up a sight because it doesn't fit the rules.

Thomas Cromwell is now a little over forty years old. He is a man of strong build, not tall. Various expressions are available to his face, and one is readable: an expression of stifled amusement. His hair is dark, heavy and waving, and his small eyes, which are of very strong sight, light up in conversation: