Heaven wheels above you, displaying to you her eternal glories, and still your eyes are on the ground.
I think that artworks are like these spiritual objects: I think that they have energies and powers beyond what the eye can see.
The infant runs toward it with its eyes closed, the adult is stationary, the old man approaches it with his back turned.
Sometimes when i say "i'm okay", i want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "i know you're not
The words that come direct from the people are the greatest... If you substitute one out of your own vocabulary, it disappears before your eyes.
Seeing is more than a physiological phenomenon... We see not only with our eyes but with all that we are and all that our culture is. The artist is a professional see-er.
We've tried to build Sequoia Capital with an eye for the long term that we really look for in the companies we like to partner with.
Keep an eye on what your kids are seeing online. Parents need to stay involved in what their children are being exposed to. It's so important.
Peace can't be seen with eyes, only the mind can see it and the heart can feel it. So open the window of your mind to let it come in.
Everyone has a calling. Thus, everyone has the chance to do something remarkable that will make him great in the eyes of others.
You can close your eyes to the things you don't want to see, but you can't close your heart to the things you don't want to feel.
I was raised Catholic, and I remember in all the pamphlets and pictures we'd look at, Jesus was basically blonde with blue eyes. He kind of looked like Jared Leto.
I see these lights, every time I look into your eyes. It crosses my heart, and make me feel in love.
...and his eyes had that splendid innocence, that opaque blue candour of the satanically fallen. ~ The French Lieutenant’s Woman
What are we doing to keep the light shining in our own eyes and countenances; Much of that light comes from our discipline dedication and consecration.
When we go to play, you flip around and flash around and everything, and then they're not gonna see nothin' but what their eyes see. Forget about their ears.
Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright, And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen For what they listen?
It was like being in the eye of a hurricane. You'd wake up in a concert and think, Wow, how did I get here?
Sam: You've grown. Lucy: Have I? Sam: Yeah, 'cause your ears are bigger and your eyes are older.
That's why I love being a writer. My imagination can take me places I may never see except in my mind's eye.
While my father sang, Pedroza stared at me. By that time my eye pupils were staring at him, too, like a terrier that's got hold of a fox.
