Why, all delights are vain, but that most vain Which, with pain purchased, doth inherit pain: As, painfully to pore upon a book, To seek the light of truth, which truth the while Doth falsely blind the eyesight of his look.
Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh-- To figure in the Catalogue, And woo the public eye. Something I must invent and paint; But oh my wit is not Like one of those kind substantives That answer Who and What?
Lely on animated canvas stole The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul.
Pansies in soft April rains Fill their stalks with honeyed sap Drawn from Earth's prolific lap.
Dry your eyes--O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.
Every beetle is a gazelle in the eyes of its mother. -Arab proverb.
But in vain she did conjure him, To depart her presence so, Having a thousand tongues t' allure him And but one to bid him go. When lips invite, And eyes delight, And cheeks as fresh as rose in June, Persuade delay,-- What boots to say Forego me now, come to me soon.
But, children, you should never let Such angry passions rise; Your little hands were never made To tear each other's eyes. - Isaac Watts,
O Death! O Change! O Time! Without you, O! the insufferable eyes Of these poor Might-Have-Beens, These fatuous, ineffectual yesterdays.
A man's feet must be planted in his country, but his eyes should survey the world.
I was a bombadier in WW 2. When you are up 30,000 feet you do not hear the screams or smell the blood or see those without limbs or eyes. It was not til I read Hersey's Hiroshima that I realized what bomber pilots do.
For everything seemed resting on his nod, As they could read in all eyes. Now to them, Who were accustomed, as a sort of god, To see the sultan, rich in many a gem, Like an imperial peacock stalk abroad (That royal bird, whose tail's a diadem,) With all the pomp of power, it was a doubt How power could condescend to do without.
Black is a pearl in a woman's eye.
The voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes. -Marcel Proust.
The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of.
The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend. -Henri Bergson.
Miracles seem to rest, not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from far off, but upon our perceptions being made finer so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear that which is about us always. -Willa Cather.
The heart has eyes which the brain knows nothing of.
Fix your eyes on perfection and you make almost everything speed towards it.
It is reasonable to have perfection in our eye that we may always advance toward it, though we know it can never be reached.
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.
Bias and impartiality is in the eye of the beholder.
Distance has the same effect on the mind as on the eye.
I am imagination. I can see what the eyes cannot see. I can hear what the ears cannot hear. I can feel what the heart cannot feel.
Bias and impartiality is in the eye of the beholder.