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.
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.
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.
A heretic is a man who sees with his own eyes.
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.
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 Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.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.
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.
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,
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.
The largely objective character of beauty is further indicated by the fact that to a considerable extent beauty is the expression of health. A well and harmoniously developed body, tense muscles, an elastic and finely toned skin, bright eyes, grace and animation of carriage- all these things which are essential to beauty are the conditions of health.
One might equate growing up with a mistrust of words. A mature person trusts his eyes more than his ears. Irrationality often manifests itself in upholding the word against the evidence of the eyes.Children, savages, and true believers remember far less what they have seen than what they have heard.
The awareness of their individual blemishes and shortcomings inclines the frustrated to detect ill will and meanness in their fellow men. Self-contempt, however vague, sharpens our eyes for the imperfections of others. We usually strive to reveal in others the blemishes we hide in ourselves.
Evil witnesses are eyes and ears of men, if they have souls that do not understand their language.
Over her hung a canopy of state, Not of rich tissue, nor of spangled gold, But of a substance, though not animate, Yet of a heavenly and spiritual mould, That only eyes of spirits might behold.