Quotes About See

empathy was the key. Understand their motives, their circumstances, their goals, their aims, their fears, their needs. Think like them. See what they see. Be them.

Love is something so ugly that the human race would die out if lovers could see what they were doing

I think that artworks are like these spiritual objects: I think that they have energies and powers beyond what the eye can see.

when man travels, he travels so he can learn something; when he changes places, he does so he can see something.

It is the search for beauty...That is what it is. We find ourselves on this earth--gods and men--and we know that it is beautiful. That is one of the few things we understand--beauty; because it is there, in the world, and we can see it all about us. We want beauty. It requires our love. It just does.

photographs on a wall were there for people to see and to examine if interested; an album is a different thing…

It is rare that one can see in a little boy the promise of a man, but one can almost always see in a little girl the threat of a woman.

The poetry of attention is not metaphysical. It trusts the opened eye to see. By faith, the eye stays open. And so the work of poetry is trust that, by faith, is shown to be no work at all.

In our world,' said Eustace, 'a star is a huge ball of flaming gas.' 'Even in your world, my son, that is not what a star is but only what a star is made of.'"1 Think for a moment about what a bizarre place the universe actually is, and how we moderns have tried to use our powers of imagination to tame it, instead of using our imaginations for the purpose that God gave them to us—to enable us to see it.

To read of human depravity in the police reports is one thing, to see it fall like a black shadow across one's life is another.

Visual receptors in the brain outnumber auditory receptors 30:1.32 In other words, the chances of a word (or sentence) being retained in our memory bank are thirty times greater if we see it instead of just hear it.

There aren't any dancing girls in Bitter Springs," Finn said. "Leastways not he kind that kick their legs so high in the air you can see..." He leaned forward, looked around Kellen for this brother, and asked, "What do you call it?" "France," Rabbit said. "They kick their legs so high you can see France." Finn nodded. He looked up at Kellen. "You ever seen France?" Kellen sighed feelingly. "Not in a long while.

Even the most damaged and disenchanted teenager was only waiting for someone to see the real persona beneath the defense and respond with genuine caring. (63)

That's why I like to get out there, and get people to see the other side of Mitt, and know us in a different reflection when you see the family and how funny he is with the boys and with the grandkids. And you know, just what a super guy he is. That's part of what I am doing, is letting people see the other side of Mitt.

There is no object that we see, no action that we do, no good that we enjoy, no evil that we feel of fear, but we may make some spiritual advantage of all.

I've always been a fan of horror because I feel like it is one of the last genres where you need to see at a theatre, sharing in this profound experience of seeing it with a community of people.

I need those meaningful fights, the fights that everyone wants to see. That would help my legacy a long way.

Dream fights are just what fans are talking about. We need to see fights that people are actually supposed to see.

It's different when you practice, obviously. That's why exhibition games are a chance to see what you're trying to do.

Many citizens see all the leadership of these large institutions together in a conspiracy against them rather than in any adversary relationship with each other.

I'll be glad to get out on the water again, and gladder still to see Divvytown. I knew it was my home port that first time I saw it.' 'The pirate town? Sa save us all. Does someone wait for you, dearie?' Ophelia asked. Jek laughed aloud. 'They all wait for me. They just don't know it yet.

The look I wore must have shocked her, for she turned her gaze back to Lord Golden. She spoke uncertainly. "Amber, my friend. Aren't you glad to see me?

As obident as dogs and as stupid as water buffalo.

Yao Niang, the first tiny-footed lady. When that woman