Quotes About Perception

I have a good eye, uncle: I can see a church by daylight.

A man may see how this world goes with no eyes. Look with thine ears: see how yond justice rails upon yon simple thief. Hark, in thine ear: change places; and, handy-dandy, which is the justice, which is the thief?

This night methinks is but the daylight sick.

BewareOf entrance to a quarrel, but, being in,Bear 't that th' opposed may beware of thee.Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice;Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.Costly thy habit as thy purse can buy,But not express'd in fancy; rich, not gaudy;For the apparel oft proclaims the man.

To see sad sights moves more than hear them told.

The seeming truth which cunning times put onTo entrap the wisest.

O God! I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams.

I have heard of your paintings too, well enough; God has given you one face, and you make yourselves another.

Young in limbs, in judgment old.

He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.

As the old hermit of Prague, that never saw pen and ink, very wittily said to a niece of King Gorboduc, "That, that is, is."

Or have we eaten on the insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner?

Hamlet: His beard was grizzled, no?Horatio: It was, as I have seen it in his life,A sable silver'd.

Some there be that shadows kiss;Such have but a shadow's bliss.

Two lads that thought there was no more behindBut such a day tomorrow as today,And to be boy eternal.

O! what a deal of scorn looks beautifulIn the contempt and anger of his lip.

I do know of these,That therefore only are reputed wiseFor saying nothing.

The self-same sun that shines upon his courtHides not his visage from our cottage, butLooks on alike.

Your bait of falsehood takes this carp of truth;And thus do we of wisdom and of reach,With windlasses and with assays of bias,By indirections find directions out.

It adds a precious seeing to the eye.

He makes a July's day short as December.

The fool multitude, that choose by show.

There is no vice so simple but assumesSome mark of virtue on his outward parts.

She speaks, yet she says nothing.