Quotes About Eye

Who you looking at

conspicuously perched in the eye of a bad party's somewhat forced-feeling storm of wit and good cheer

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

One pain is lessened by another's anguish. ... Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gauds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted. The present eye praises the present object.

Alack, there lies more peril in thine eye Than twenty of their swords: look thou but sweet, And I am proof against their enmity.

Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil

Each substance of grief hath twenty shadows, which shows like grief itself, but is not so; or sorrow's eye, glazed with blinding tears, divides one thing entire to many objects: like perspectives which, rightly gaz'd upon, show nothing but confusion:

I do I know not what, and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be; and be this so.

Set honour in one eye and death i' the other, And I will look on both indifferently, For let the gods so speed me as I love The name of honour more than I fear death.

All places that the eye of heaven visits are to a wise man ports and happy havens. Teach thy necessity to reason thus; there is no virtue like necessity.

At this same ancient feast of Capulet's Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lov'st, With all the admired beauties of Verona. Go thither, and with unattainted eye, Compare her face with some that I shall show, And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

symbols. Since we both have a love of art, she truly got my attention by showing me Egyptian symbols, such as the eye of Horus and the ankh.

I like coincidences. They make me wonder about destiny, and whether free will is an illusion or just a matter of perspective. They let me speculate on the idea of some master plan that, from time to time, we're allowed to see out of the corner of our eye.

You can reach, but you cannot touch. It's reflected in your eye, but the message is never conveyed. It is something you decided for yourself, but that does not change the pain you feel. Even so...you must protect what you must protect.

Let me look into a human eye; it is better than to gaze into sea or sky; better than to gaze upon God.

This was both startling and comforting, and when the eye combined these separate things into a unity so strange, past all disjoining, one was curiously reminded of something, transposed into some mode that lay beyond convention far back in childhood, and the unsolved riddle was like a sign that had emerged from the sea of memory.

It is a wan morning, low unbroken cloud; the light, filtering sparely through glass, is the color of tarnished pewter. How brightly colored the king is, like the king in a new pack of cards: how small his flat blue eye. There

Hazel, Hazel, blue of eye. Kissed the boys and made them cry

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed one sprite tumbling into a flower and emerging heavily dusted with carrot-coloured pollen. The other held up its glaive, victorious.

Man I swear Im so fly I wake up in the sky and wipe the cloud out my eye.

Fury is the best fuel of all. It is so clean, so marvelous, so ruthless. Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, rage against evil is better than sorrow. Sorrow can't balance the scales.

First a howling blizzard woke us, Then the rain came down to soak us, And now before the eye can focus — Crocus.