Quotes
Quotes about Eye
A heretic is a man who sees with his own eyes.
The seeing of objects involves many sources of information beyond those meeting the eye when we look at an object. It generally involves knowledge of the object derived from previous experience, and this experience is not limited to vision but may include the other senses: touch, taste, smell, hearing, and perhaps also temperature or pain.
You can close your eyes to reality, but not to memories.
Man is so muddled, so dependent on the things immediately before his eyes, that every day even the most submissive believer can be seen to risk the torments of the afterlife for the smallest pleasure.
In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king. - Adages.
We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity. Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.
I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.
Where there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us ro see.
In my mind's eye, I visualize how a particular . . . sight and feeling will appear on a print. If it excites me, there is a good chance it will make a good photograph. It is an intuitive sense, an ability that comes from a lot of practice.
Next o'er his books his eyes began to roll, In pleasing memory of all he stole; How here he sipp'd, how there he plunder'd snug, And suck'd all o'er like an industrious bug.
Oh, what a bitter thing it is to look into happiness through another man's eyes.
Pleasure blinds (so to speak) the eyes of the mind, and has no fellowship with virtue. [Lat., Voluptas mentis (ut ita dicam) praestringit oculos, nec habet ullum cum virtute commercium.]
Visions for those too tired to sleep, These seeds cast a film over eyes which weep.
Is it not lawful for me to do what I will with mine own? Is thine eye evil, because I am good?
An exquisite invention this, Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,-- This art of writing billet-doux-- In buds, and odors, and bright hues! In saying all one feels and thinks In clever daffodils and pinks; In puns of tulips; and in phrases, Charming for their truth, of daisies.
Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow, Led thro' a said variety of woe: Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom, Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
The mind of a bigot is like the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the more it will contract.
Pride in their port, defiance in their eye, I see the lords of humankind pass by.
Transforms old print To zigzag manuscript, and cheats the eyes Of gallery critics by a thousand arts.
The jour printer with gray head and gaunt jaws works at his case, He turns his quid of tobacco, while his eyes blur with the manuscript.
Whene'er with haggard eyes I view This dungeon that I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true Who studied with me at the U- Niversity of Gottingen. - George Canning, Song--Of One Eleven Years in Prison,
No mighty trance, or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Eye me, blest Providence, and square my trial To my proportion'd strength.
Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
The superior man is the providence of the inferior. He is eyes for the blind, strength for the weak, and a shield for the defenseless.
