Quotes About Vision

Some men see things as they are and ask why. Others dream things that never were and ask why not.

A genius is a person who, seeing farther and probing deeper than other people, has a different set of ethical valuations from theirs, and has energy enough to give effect to this extra vision and its valuations in whatever manner best suits his or her specific talents.

Some men see things as they are, and say, why; I dream things as they never were, and say, why not.

Some men dream of things as they are and say; Why? I dream of things that never were and say; Why not?

Alguns homens vêem as coisas como são, e dizem 'Por quê?' Eu sonho com as coisas que nunca foram e digo 'Por que não ?

La imaginación es el principio de la creación. Imaginamos lo que deseamos, queremos lo que imaginamos y, por fin, creamos lo que queremos.

Ves cosas y dices, ¿por qué? Pero yo sueño cosas que nunca fueron y digo, ¿por qué no?.

Some people see things as they are and say why? I dream things that never were and say why not?

Some men see things as they are and say why—I dream things that never were and say why not.

You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?

The responsibility of tolerance lies in those who have the wider vision.

Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self.

Strange, that some of us, with quick alternative vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us.

Take your sensibility and use it as a vision

It is our habit to say that while the lower nature can never understand the higher, the higher nature commands a complete view of the lower. But I think the higher nature has to learn this comprehension, as we learn the art of vision, by a good deal of hard experience, often with bruises and gashes incurred in taking things up by the wrong end, and fancying our space wider than it is.

A man's mind must be continually expanding and shrinking between the whole human horizon and the horizon of an object-glass.

Strange, that some of us, with quick alternate vision, see beyond our infatuations, and even while we rave on the heights, behold the wide plain where our persistent self pauses and awaits us.

There was a peculiar fascination for Dorothea in this division of property intended for herself, and always regarded by her as excessive. She was blind, you see, to many things obvious to others - likely to tread in the wrong places, as Celia had warned her; yet her blindness to whatever did not lie in her own pure purpose carried her safely by the side of precipices where vision would have been perilous with fear.

But the first glad moment in our first love is a vision which returns to us to the last, and brings with it a thrill of feeling intense and special as the recurrent sensation of a sweet odour breathed in a far off hour of happiness. It is a memory that gives a more exquisite touch to tenderness, that feeds the madness of jealousy, and adds the last keenness to the agony of despair.

Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot?

But something she yearned for by which her life might be filled with action at once rational and ardent; and since the time was gone by for guiding visions and spiritual directors, since prayer heightened yearning but not instruction, what lamp was there but knowledge? Surely learned men kept-the only oil; and who more learned than Mr. Casaubon? Thus

Instead of wondering at this result of misery in Mr. Casaubon, I think it quite ordinary. Will not a tiny speck very close to our vision blot out the glory of the world, and leave only a margin by which we see the blot? I know no speck so troublesome as self. And

A pretty building I'm making, without either bricks or timber. I'm up i' the garret a'ready, and haven't so much as dug the foundation.

Here was a man who now for the first time found himself looking into the eyes of death—who was passing through one of those rare moments of experience when we feel the truth of a commonplace, which is as different from what we call knowing it as the vision of waters upon the earth is different from the delirious vision of the water which cannot be had to cool the burning tongue.