A Quote by Frederick Lenz

People in the West sometimes have these marvelous visions of India and Tibet. They assume that there are all these sadhus walking around and everybody is breathing enlightenment. Forget it. Don't look at it through rose-colored glasses.
People have a tendency to see country life through rose-colored glasses.
Also, when you think about a show that you used to watch as a kid or as a teenager, you look at it through sort of rose colored glasses when you remember it.
I'm like a little Pollyanna. I look at the world with rose-colored glasses.
I get to see life through rose-colored glasses a lot of the time.
Looking, Walking, Being, I look and look. Looking's a way of being: one becomes, sometimes, a pair of eyes walking. Walking wherever looking takes one. The eyes dig and burrow into the world. They touch, fanfare, howl, madrigal, clamor. World and the past of it, not only visible present, solid and shadow that looks at one looking. And language? Rhythms of echo and interruption? That's a way of breathing. breathing to sustain looking, walking and looking, through the world, in it.
Negativland through rose colored glasses. If 'mice are from Mars,' Greek Buck is from Venus.
I guess I kind of lived in a fairytale world... looking at everything through rose-colored glasses. I probably always will, to a certain extent.
When he takes me in his arms, and speaks to me softly, I see the world through rose-colored glasses.
Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.
I choose to look at people through God, using God as my glasses, colored with His love for them.
I'm no longer in my 20s, and I think, by default, the rose-colored glasses are off.
I'm not going to wear rose-colored glasses when it comes to Russia, or Mr. Putin.
I wanted to re-examine stories people think they know without the rose-colored glasses of Hollywood and let the audience decide for themselves if people like Wyatt Earp were sinners or victims of life circumstances.
Rose-colored glasses are never made in bifocals. Nobody wants to read the small print in dreams.
When we think of India, most of us are in fact thinking of Rajasthan, that large splotch of dun-colored desert in the country's northwest which, from the seventeenth through the nineteenth centuries, was ruled by a succession of maharajas whose sense of color, opulence, and splendor created the most enduring images of India in the West.
I think there's sometimes too much attention to a few people who do hold extreme views. Most Americans go about their lives living in communities that are increasingly multiethnic, increasingly multi-religious. And they are welcoming of people who are not like themselves. Now, I don't have rose-colored glasses about America, because I grew up in the segregated South. But I watch it every day. I think that Americans are very tolerant people.
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