Quotes
Quotes about Eyes
I can't talk religion to a man with bodily hunger in his eyes.
You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
Imagination has given us the steam engine, the telephone, the talking-machine, and the automobile, for these things had to be dreamed of before they became realities. So I believe that dreams - daydreams, you know, with your eyes wide open and your brain machinery whizzing-are likely to lead to the betterment of the world. The imaginative child will become the imaginative man or woman most apt to invent, and therefore to foster, civilization.
All Finite things have their roots in the infinite, and if you wish to understand life at all, you cannot tear out it's context. And that context, astounding even to bodily eyes is the heaven of stars and the incredible procession of the great galaxies. Doc Childre and Bruce Cryer, From Chaos to Coherence Science's view of intelligence itself has begun to change. Historically, "intelligence" has been defined simply as mental capacity. Some have even proposed that it is, therefore, fixed, finite, and genetically predetermined. Now it appears intelligence has other dimensions as well, physiologically and emotionally. We all have considerably more intelligence than we thought; we just have not learned to bring our capacity for intelligence into coherence. Martin Luther King, Jr. -W. MacNeile Dixon.
Deserted, at his utmost need, By those his former bounty fed; On the bare earth exposed he lies, With not a friend to close his eyes.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Men as a whole judge more with their eyes than with their hands.
It is the month of June, The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes And pleasant scents the noses.
Kisses kept are wasted; Love is to be tasted. There are some you love, I know; Be not loath to tell them so. Lips go dry and eyes grow wet Waiting to be warmly met, Keep them not in waiting yet; Kisses kept are wasted.
Hark, hark, the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes. With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise, Arise, arise!
We sometimes laugh from ear to ear, but it would be impossible for a smile to be wider than the distance between our eyes.
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty's glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.
What light is to the eyes--what air is to the lungs--what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.
Life can be seen your eyes but it is not fully appreciated until it is seen through your heart.
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd;And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still! - Destruction of Sennacherib, The.
