Quotes
Quotes about Eye
Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. 'Tis the majority In this, as all, prevails Assent, and you are sane; Demur,--you're straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain.
The alleged power to charm down insanity, or ferocity in beasts, is a power behind the eye.
But when Fate destines one to ruin it begins by blinding the eyes of his understanding.
O, hark! what mean those yells and cries? His chain some furious madman breaks; He comes--I see his glaring eyes: Now, now, my dungeon grate he shakes. Help! Help! He's gone!--O fearful woe, Such screams to hear, such sights to see! My brain, my brain,--I know, I know I am not mad but soon shall be.
Perhaps our eyes are merely a blank film which is taken from us after our deaths to be developed elsewhere and screened as our life story in some infernal cinema or dispatched as microfilm into the sidereal void.
CANI! - (pronounced kuhn-EYE) stands for Constant And Never-ending Improvement.
When you find the way/ others will find you./ Passing by on the road/ they will be drawn to your door./ The way that cannot be heard/ will be echoed in your voice./ The way that cannot be seen/ will be reflected in your eyes.
It is natural to man to indulge in the illusion of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of the siren, till she transforms us into beasts.
The real meaning of enlightenment is to gaze with undimmed eyes on all darknesses.
For the eye of the intellect "sees in all objects what it brought with it the means of seeing." - Thomas Carlyle,
There came to the beach a poor Exile of Erin, The dew on his thin robe was heavy and chill; For his country he sigh'd, when at twilight repairing. To wander along by the wind-beaten hill. But the day star attracted his eyes' sad devotion, For it rose o'er his own native isle of the ocean, Where once in the fire of his youthful emotion He sang the bold anthem of Erin-go-bragh.
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle, 'Twas St. Patrick himself sure that set it; And the sun on his labor with pleasure did smile, And with dew from his eye often wet it. It thrives through the bog, through the brake, and the mireland; And he called it the dear little shamrock of Ireland-- The sweet little shamrock, the dear little shamrock, The sweet little, green little, shamrock of Ireland!
Irony is an insult conveyed in the form of a compliment.
For whereso'er I turn my ravished eyes, Gay gilded scenes and shining prospects rise; Poetic fields encompass me around, And still I seem to tread on classic ground.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark Because his feathers are more beautiful? Or is the adder better than the eel Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O, beware, my lord, of jealousy! It is the green-eyed monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. That cuckold lives in bliss Who, certain of his fate, loves not his wronger; But O, what damned minutes tells he o'er Who dotes, yet doubts--suspects, yet strongly loves!
O! beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock The meat it feeds on.
Who in this world of ours their eyes In March first open shall be wise; In days of peril firm and brave, And wear a Bloodstone to their grave.
Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.
The great art in writing advertisements is the finding out a proper method to catch the reader's eye; without which a good thing may pass over unobserved, or be lost among commissions of bankrupt.
The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with care, His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a chair, His chair-arm an elbow supporting, his right hand upholding his head, His eyes on his dusty table, with different documents spread.
Only a newspaper! Quick read, quick lost, Who sums the treasure that it carries hence? Torn, trampled under feet, who counts thy cost, Star-eyed intelligence?
The acme of judicial distinction means the ability to look a lawyer straight in the eyes for two hours and not to hear a damned word he says.
In other men we faults may spy, And blame the mote that dims their eye; Each little speck and blemish find, To our own stronger errors blind.
Men as a whole judge more with their eyes than with their hands.
