Quotes About Eye

Reverse-parking in a small space is one of those high-pressure situations where a critical, watching eye becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Fashion is to please your eye. Shapes and proportions are for your intellect.

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This was plain as plain to Dick. He looked around, hoping his eye would catch on something, so that spirit instead of imagination could carry on for an hour. But there was nothing and after a moment he turned back to Collis. He has told Collis some of his current notions, and he was bored with his audience's short memory and lack of response. After half an hour of Collis he felt a distinct lesion of his own vitality.

Money is not an aphrodisiac: the desire it may kindle in the female eye is more for the cash than the carrier.

My dad's got a brilliant eye for scripts 'cos he's a literary agent. He and my agent read a load of scripts and filter them.

I was an observant but dreamy child. I had a lazy eye and wild curls.

Once you have become permanently startled, as I am, by the realization that we are a social species, you tend to keep an eye out for the pieces of evidence that this is, by and large, good for us.

Secretariat was just ridiculously endowed with every positive quality that a person would seek out in a non-human. He was very aware of his environment; he surveyed the terrain before he ran and would look people in the eye.

Ye've a furtive look in your eye - a furtive, sneakin', poachin' look in your eye, that 'ud ruin the reputation of an archangel!

Good taste is synonymous with success in all fields of life. It's not a question of money, but of a trained eye.

El niño es pequeño, y contiene al hombre; el cerebro es estrecho, y alberga al pensamiento; el ojo es sólo un punto, y abarca leguas.

Then I saw her smile so close to my eye that there was nothing to see but the smile and the thought came into my head that I'd never been inside a smile before. Who'd have thought being inside a smile would be so ancient and so modern both at once

She has an eye for tragedy and sorrow.

The man in the water saw the eye of the man on the bridge gazing into his own through the sights of the rifle. He observed that it was a gray eye and remembered having read that gray eyes were keenest, and that all famous markmen had them. Nevertheless

Exactly so!" called Skifr. "I daresay this tight-lipped Vansterman knows battle. How did you get that scar, my dove?" "I was milking a reindeer and she fell on me," said Fror. "She was ever so sorry afterward, but the damage was done" And Brand wondered if he winked his misshapen eye. "Truly a hero's mark, then," grunted Thorn, curling her lip. Fror shrugged. "Someone must bring in the milk.

That's the problem with mistakes. You can make'em in an instant. Years upon years spent tiptoeing about like a fool, then you take your eye away for a moment and ... Bang.

Why were you never scared of me?' 'You just never seemed all that scary. Always found your eye sort of pretty. Shiny.' Rikke patted his scarred cheek. 'You always just seemed … lost. Like you lost yourself and didn't know where to look.' She put her hand on his chest. 'But you're in there, still. You're in there.

Clover had heard it said Caul Shivers could see your thoughts with that metal eye. Horseshit, of course. But he'd seen plenty with the other. Few men more. Might be the hardest name in the North still casting a shadow. He didn't need a magic eye to make some sharp guesses.

Blue: as yellow is always accompanied with light, so it may be said that blue still brings a principle of darkness with it. This color has a peculiar and almost indescribable effect on the eye. As a hue it is powerful - but it is on the negative side, and in its highest purity is, as it were, a stimulating negation. Its appearance, then, is a kind of contradiction between excitement and repose.

Art trains the mind through the eye, and the eye through the mind. As the sun colors flowers, so does art color life.

To me there is something thrilling and exalting in the thought that we are drifting forward into a splendid mystery-into something that no mortal eye hath yet seen, and no intelligence has yet declared.

There is no reality without interpretation; just as there is no innocent eye, there is no innocent ear.

The moon is a wink of God eye in our darker days, and the sun is the heat of his heart for our LOVE.