#eye

You always feel when you look it straight in the eye that you could have put more into it, could have let yourself go and dug harder. ↗

— Emily Carr

#could #dug #eye #feel #go

Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes. ↗

— Jim Carrey

#behind #every #eyes #great #great man

Since we cannot change reality, let us change the eyes which see reality. ↗

— Nikos Kazantzakis

#cannot #eyes #let us #reality #see

Above all, I craved to seize the whole essence, in the confines of one single photograph, of some situation that was in the process of unrolling itself before my eyes. ↗

— Henri Cartier-Bresson

#before #confines #craved #essence #eyes

Fear has many eyes and can see things underground. ↗

— Miguel de Cervantes

#fear #many #see #things #underground

The eyes those silent tongues of love. ↗

— Miguel de Cervantes

#love #silent #those #tongues

Base Ball, to be played thoroughly, requires the possession of muscular strength, great agility, quickness of eye, readiness of hand, and many other faculties of mind and body that mark the man of nerve. ↗

— Henry Chadwick

#ball #base #body #eye #faculties

My children, as long as you live, the shadow of the Hiss Case will brush you. In every pair of eyes that rests on you, you will see pass, like a cloud passing behind a woods in winter, the memory of your father - dissembled in friendly eyes, lurking in unfriendly eyes. ↗

— Whittaker Chambers

#brush #case #children #cloud #every

When a woman isn't beautiful, people always say, 'You have lovely eyes, you have lovely hair.' ↗

— Anton Chekhov

#beautiful #eyes #hair #lovely #people

In the past I had often tried to escape the grown-up world of sorrow through my imagination- dreaming that a handsome young lieutenant would ride to my rescue or that a great empresario would discover my musical talents and whisk me away. I had envisioned knights in shining armor and happily ever after scenes to escape from rules or boredom or pain; including a vision of my mother walking through our front door whole and well again. Now I knew that a lifetime of escape led to a life like Aunt Bertie's. My imagination was a gift, but I had to live in the real world. My eyes had been opened this summer to poverty and crime and abuse and I needed to use my imagination not to escape, but to help people like Irina and Katya, to make my own contribution as the women in the women's pavilion had done. I couldn't do it in the same way Jane Adams and my grandmother and Aunt Mat were, but I would find my own way and my own time. ↗

— Lynn Austin

#eye-opening #imagination #dreams