He that has one eye is a prince among those that have none

Choose a wife rather by your ear than your eye

People are backsliders on their knees long before they backslide openly in the eyes of the world.

Often I have thought of the day when I gazed for the first time at the sea.
The sea is vast, the sea is wide, my eyes roved far and wide and longed to be
free. But there was the horizon. Why a horizon, when I wanted the infinite
from life?

Grief even in a child hates the light and shrinks from human eyes.

Let your Christianity be so unmistakable, your eye so single, your heart so whole, your walk so straightforward, that all who see you may have no doubt whose you are, and whom you serve.

Our prayers may be weak, stammering, and poor in our eyes. But if they come from a right heart, God understands them. Such prayers are His delight.

I may even show up behind the camera. I love to put things together; I love to give direction. I have a great eye for pace.

Whatever you build, youre building for the family – not with an eye toward getting away, but with an eye toward adding to the family pie.

Vegetarians have wicked, shifty eyes, and laugh in a cold calculating manner. They pinch little children, steal stamps, drink water, favor beards.

But my last conscious thought was an image of Prince Char when he’d caught the bridle of Sir Stephan’s horse. His face had been close to mine. Two curls had spilled onto his forehead. A few freckles dusted his nose, and his eyes said he was sorry for me to go.

I became simply a pair of eyes, staring through my mask at Char. I needed no ears because I was too far off to hear his voice, no words because I was too distant for speech, and no thoughts – those I saved for later. He bent his head. I loved the hairs on the nape of his neck. He moved his lips. I admired their changing shape. He clasped his hand. I blessed his fingers. Once, the power of my gaze drew his eyes.

I rode all day. I cried all night. The moon didn’t glow. The sun didn’t rise. A comet blazed Between my eyes. West and South, Wind and rain. Every way is Just the same. Pray give me a box To hide inside. Pray give me a spade To dig my own grave.

I like a fresh face. I like clean skin. Fresh skin, cute color on the lip, cat eye, mascara, and I’m good to go!

My mother tried to abort me herself with a coathanger, hence my wobbly eye.

All of world’s eyes are trained on the Games. So winning at that stage is heroic. It is a different feeling altogether and cannot be explained in words.

I think since I was in drama school, I wanted to direct in the theatre. When you are an actor, you just have to open your eyes and you start to learn a lot about how to survive on set and what’s important and how to tell a story. Directing is really about putting yourself out there, to be slapped in a way. You know that in the kitchen, you’re gonna get burned. It’s very scary but very exciting as well. If you have something to say, you have nothing to lose and you probably learn from the experience.

I like to revamp things; like, I make to make things better in my eye, but I don’t put out own lines… I just collab with my favorite brands.

There is something in corruption which, like a jaundiced eye, transfers the color of itself to the object it looks upon, and sees everything stained and impure

Off with your hat, as the flag goes by! And let the heart have its say; you’re man enough for a tear in your eye that you will not wipe away.

The plate at each point only sends back to the eye the simple colour imprinted.
The other colours are destroyed by interference. The eye thus perceives at each point the constituent colour of the image.

The glory of the garden lies in more than meets the eye.

My wife is always trying to get rid of me. The other day she told me to put the garbage out. I said to her I already did. She told me to go and keep an eye on it.

There is a pain so utter It swallows substance up Then covers the Abyss with Trance So Memory can step Around across upon it As one within a Swoon Goes safely where an open eye Would drop Him — Bone by Bone —

Oh, we’ll be looking for sunlight, or the headlights, ’til our wide eyes burn blind.

Just like the clouds My eyes will do the same if you walk away Everyday it’ll rain

Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?

Nothing made the horse so fat as the king’s eye.

Picture yourself in your minds eye as having already achieved this goal. See yourself doing the things you’ll be doing when you’ve reached your goal.

Bite your tongue. Get a cinder in your eye. When you feel good, you feel nothing.

There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.

Keep your eye on the task, not on yourself. The task matters, and you are a servant.

I saw a point that shone with light so keen, the eye that sees it cannot bear its blazing; the star that is for us the smallest one would seem a moon if placed beside this point.

I got my eye on you boy, and when I get my eye on something, it’s like search and destroy.

An eye for an eye… we are all blind.

There are times when those eyes inside your brain stare back at you.

It is necessary to keep one’s compass in one’s eyes and not in the hand, for the hands execute, but the eye judges.

The habit of ignoring Nature is deeply implanted in our times. This attitude reminds me of people who never look you in the eye; I find them disturbing and always have to look away.

What I mean by ‘abstract’ is something which comes to life spontaneously through a gamut of contrasts, plastic at the same time as psychic, and pervades both the picture and the eye of the spectator with conceptions of new and unfamiliar elements.

An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind.

Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel. Every one sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are.

I’m getting a wrinkle above my eyebrow because I just can’t stop lifting it, and I love that you know.

As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder.

We see the world as ‘we’ are, not as ‘it’ is; because it is the “I” behind the ‘eye’ that does the seeing.

All looks yellow to the jaundiced eye

Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.

Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?