Quotes About Vision

The full moon was riding high in the cloudless heavens, now. We sauntered carelessly and unthinkingly to the edge of the lofty battlements of the citadel, and looked down — a vision! And such a vision! Athens by moonlight! The prophet that thought the splendors of the New Jerusalem were revealed to him, surely saw this instead!

To live a fulfilled life, we need to keep creating the 'what is next' of our lives. Without dreams and goals, there is no living, only merely existing, and that is not why we are here.

You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus

There were stars. They burned my eyes.

First the colours. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try.

A KEY WORD*** Imagined

And I can promise you something, because it was a thing I saw many years later - a vision in the book thief herself - that as she knelt next to Hans Hubermann, she watched him stand and play the accordion. He stood and strapped it on in the alps of broken houses and played the accordion with kindness silver eyes and even a cigarette slouched on his lips. The bellows breathed and the tall man played for Liesel Meminger one last time as the sky was slowly taken away from her.

Un ojo abierto, el otro soñando.

One eye open. One still in a dream

Sometimes, I imagined how everything appeared above those clouds, knowing without question that the sun was blond, and the endless atmosphere was a giant blue eye.

First the colors. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try.

Era înalt în pat È™i pot vedea argintul printre genele lui

First the colors. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things. Or at least, how I try.

First the colours. Then the humans. That's usually how I see things Or at least, how I try

First the colours. Then the humans. That's how I normally see things. Or at least, how I try.

Rather than being love-blinded, it is in love that I can see, really see.

The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world is no longer a dream.

You've got to stop looking at yourself through your eyes and see yourself through God's eyes.

We're nowhere near young enough for the present war, but when the world war comes—we'll be just right to fight it. We are, after all, a superb physical specimen. Our feet aren't flat. Our vision is clear. We're not clubfooted or Marxist or nuts. We have no conscientious objections or anything of that kind. We're perfect.

Perhaps, at such moments, the sky is no more than the sum of the dirt that lives in our human eyes.

I watched the daylight slowly creep in through the windows, and saw before me in mental gaze the vision of Death.

Churchill was in his element; work and a clear plan.

The question is not if we will be extremists, but what kind of extremists we will be. The nation and the world are in dire need of creative extremists.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.