#v

Time for you and time for me, And time yet for a hundred indecisions, And for a hundred visions and revisions, Before the taking of a toast and tea. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#vision

The visionary lies to himself, the liar only to others. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#lying #self-deception #vision #visionaries #vision

If I paint a wild horse, you might not see the horse... but surely you will see the wildness! ↗

— Pablo Picasso

#vision

Look at that sea, girls--all silver and shadow and vision of things not seen. We couldn't enjoy its loveliness any more if we had millions of dollars and ropes of diamonds. ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#rich #sea #vision

Vision without execution is hallucination. ↗

— Thomas A. Edison

#vision

Samuel! Are you alright?" A vision of Samuel being brained by the falling bars rose up before Simon's eyes. Samuel's voice rose to a scream. "GO AWAY!" Simon looked sideways at Jace. "I think he means it." Jace shook his blond head in exasperation. "You had to make a crazy jail friend, didn't you? You couldn't just count ceiling tiles or tame a pet mouse like normal prisoners do? ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace-and-simon #mortal-instruments #vision

Every child needs a champion. ↗

— Hillary Rodham Clinton

#vision #vision

Without trust, there can be no genuine peace. Neither in politics, nor in the quiet individuality of the heart and spirit. ↗

— Timothy Zahn

#vision

Clary shut her eyes. You didn't say no to an angel, no matter what it had in mind. Her heart pounding, she sat floating in the darkness behind her eyelids, resolutely trying not to think of Jace. But his face appear against the blank screen of her closed eyelids anyway - not smiling at her but looking sidelong, and she could see the scar at his temple, the uneven curl at the corner of his mouth, and the silver line on his throat where Simon had bitten him - all the marks and flaws and imperfections that made up the person she loved most in the world. Jace. A bright light lit her vision to scarlet, and she fell back against the sand, wondering if she was going to pass out - or maybe she was dying - but she didn't want to die, not now that she could see Jace's face so clearly in front of her. She could almost hear his voice, too, saying her name, the way he'd whispered it at Renwick's, over and over again. Clary. Clary. Clary. "Clary," Jace said. "Open your eyes. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love #love

He wondered if normalcy was something, like vision or silence, you didn't realize was precious until you lost it. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#vampire #vision