The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
Hard Unkindness' alter'd eye, That mocks the tear if forced to flow.
Who has a book of all that monarchs do, He's more secure to keep it shut than shown; For vice repeated is like the wand'ring wind, Blows dust in others' eye, to spread itself; And yet the end of all is bought thus dear, The breath is gone, and the sore eyes see clear To stop the air would hurt them.
O, what a mansion have those vices got Which for their habitation chose out thee, Where beauty's veil doth cover every blot And all things turns to fair that eyes can see!
To a philosophic eye, the vices of the clergy are far less dangerous than their virtues.
The nerve that never relaxes, the eye that never blanches, the thought that never wanders, the purpose that never wavers - these are the masters of victory.
Deep violets, you liken to The kindest eyes that look on you, Without a thought disloyal.
The eyes of spring, so azure, Are peeping from the ground; They are the darling violets, That I in nosegays bound.
We are violets blue, For our sweetness found Careless in the mossy shades, Looking on the ground. Love's dropp'd eyelids and a kiss,-- Such our breath and blueness is. - Leigh Hunt (James Henry Leigh Hunt),
Violet! sweet violet! Thine eyes are full of tears; Are they wet Even yet With the thought of other years?
The violets thinks, with her timid blue eye, To pass for a blossom enchantingly shy.
It is only the women whose eyes have been washed clear with tears who get the broad vision that makes them little sisters to all the world.
The eye sees what it brings the power to see.
The power of imagination created the illusion that my vision went much farther than the naked eye could actually see.
Those things that nature denied to human sight, she revealed to the eyes of the soul.
One eye sees, the other feels.
Only eyes washed by tears can see clearly.
It is never safe to look into the future with eyes of fear.
If all hearts were open and all desires knownâas they would be if people showed their soulsâhow many gapings, sighings, clenched fists, knotted brows, broad grins, and red eyes should we see in the market-place!
Anyone who has ever looked into the glazed eyes of a soldier dying on the battlefield will think hard before starting a war. â¢Otto Von Bismarck Peace with a club in hand is war. â¢Portuguese Proverb The sinews of war are five - men, money, materials, maintenance (food) and morale. â¢Bernard Mannes Baruch The greatest conqueror is he who overcomes the enemy without a blow. â¢Chinese Proverb Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. We know more about war than we know about peace, more about killing than we know about living. We have grasped the mystery of the atom and rejected the Sermon on the Mount.
Don't one of you fire until you see the whites of their eyes.
Where may the wearied eye repose, When gazing on the Great; Where neither guilty glory glows, Nor despicable state? Yes--one the first, the last, the best, The Cincinnatus of the West Whom envy dared not hate, Bequeathed the name of Washington To make man blush; there was but one.
O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown! What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears! What sights of ugly death within mine eyes! Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wracks; A thousand men that fishes gnawed upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatt'red in the bottom of the sea: Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in the holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems, That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep And mocked the dead bones that lay scatt'red by.
What's in Spam? nostrils brains?and eyes intestinal linings and uteri? anything swept from the slaughterhouse floor? except the blood already out the door Spam comes from offal Spam smells... awful from murdering pigs Hormel makes Spam from butchering pigs Hormel makes ham.