Top 1200 Through The Eyes Quotes & Sayings - Page 3

Everyone is encouraged to see their lives, the world through the eyes of the rich.

Some of the memories were not clear - -dim human memories, seen through weak eyes and heard through weak ears: the first time I'd seen his face... the way it felt when he'd held me in the meadow... the sound of his voice through the darkness of my faltering consciousness when he'd save me from James... his face as he waited under a canopy of flowers to marry me... every precious moment on the island... his cold hands touching our baby through my skin.

I loved the idea of seeing the world through a boy's eyes.

All through the ages prophets have looked down through the corridors of time to our day. Billions of the deceased and those yet to be born have their eyes on us. Make no mistake about it...this is a marked generation. There has never been more expected of the faithful in such a short time than there is of us.

You can almost read any emotion through someone's eyes.

Books allow you to see the world through the eyes of others.

I certainly wouldn't want to be the man who was compared to John Ritter through my eyes.

There are many things that can only be seen through eyes that have cried

Each of us, as we journey through life, has the opportunity to find and to give his or her unique gift. Whether this gift is quiet or small in the eyes of the world does not matter at all-not at all; it is through the finding and the giving that we may come to know the joy that lies at the center of both the dark times and the light.

I see through my eyes; the camera is just a machine to record it for me.

He was so narrow minded he could see through a keyhole with both eyes.

I love looking at pieces of art through the eyes of a child.

It is a sad thing to look at happiness only through another's eyes.

I have come to you, Jesus, to take your touch before I begin my day. Let your eyes rest upon my eyes for a while let me take to my work the assurance of your friendship. Fill my mind to last through the desert of noise. Let your blessed sunshine fill the peaks of my thoughts. And give me strength for those who need me.

In the opening to the Mary Tyler Moore Show Mary's in the supermarket, hurrying through the aisles. She pauses at the meat case, picks up a steak and checks the price. Then rolls her eyes, shrugs and tosses it in the cart. That's kind of how I feel. Sure I would have liked things to be different. But, 'roll of eyes' what can you do? 'shrug' I threw the meat in my cart and moved on.

There may be a brighter star. But through my eyes the light of you is all I see.

Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers in it

Art is observing society around you, representing it through your eyes.

Outings are so much more fun when we can savor them through the children's eyes.

I have no knowledge other than that gained through my own eyes.

teaching meant for the hands enters most easily through the eyes.

Everything is the same spirit watching itself through the eyes of different observers.

I think seeing happens partly through the eyes, but not entirely.

Ultimately progress is measured sort of through the eyes of users.

The soul that can speak through the eyes can also kiss with a gaze.

Too often, the perspectives on housing come from journalists, politicians and property experts, with a focus on the extreme ends of the market. Through the FOURWALLS Film Project, we want to get an accurate picture of the London housing situation through the eyes of the people that live there, and promote discussion around it.

Creativity is harnessing universality and making it flow through your eyes.

Life is the movie you see through your own eyes.

Success through the eyes of one once defeated, is true VICTORY.

Don't give up, what've you do; eyes front, head high to the finish. See it through!

You have to look at leadership through the eyes of the followers and you have to live the message.

It was the eyes. The secret of love was in the eyes. The way one person looked at another, the way eyes communicated and spoke when the lips never moved.

What I love about my work is that I'm forced to look through my character's eyes.

It's only life. We all get through it. Not all of us complete the journey in the same condition. Along the way, some lose their legs or eyes in acidents or altercations, while others skate through the years with nothing worse to worry about than an occassional bad-hair day. I still possessed both legs and both eyes, and even my hair looked all right when I rose that Wednesday morning in late January. If I returned to bed sixteen hours later, having lost all my hair but nothing else, I would consider the day a triumph. Even minus a few teeth, I'd call it a triumph.

The eyes get lost in 3-D. With 3-D, your eyes are looking for the plane of focus, right? And the problem is, when you do quick cuts, your eyes can't find it.

I think most people try to get others to see through their eyes.

99 percent of what you see is not what comes in through the eyes. It is what you infer about that room.

Poets are people who can still see the world through the eyes of children.

Whatever you focus on, expands. If you see the world through your dreams, prosperity materializes before your very eyes. If you see the world through your fears, poverty multiplies all around you.

Help me see this brother through the eyes of truth and not of judgement.

Madman! Look through my eyes if thou hast none of thine own.

My own eyes are not enough for me; I will see through those of others.

Seeing ourselves through the eyes of grace frees us to be for others all we need to be.

Always try to see yourself through God's eyes.

Through faith we learn to believe the evidence of our eyes.

I've always enjoyed seeing the world through the eyes of my grandchildren.

I saw through to the last sign and symbol, but I could not read her face. I could see only the eyes shining through, huge, fleshy-like luminous beasts, as though I were swimming behind them in the electric effluvia of her incandescent vision.

Even through the hollow eyes of death I spy life peering.

I think that as I had children, I have five sons, and they got into video games and were the prime ages through the development of video games. It was so much fun seeing them play the games and seeing it through their eyes.

Life is only worth-while through the eyes of a believer.

Light is everything in the world to men's eyes Light thirsts after light yes, the soul, twin to the stars moves through space to find, be made eternal by light and grasp, trembling, the sun a torch handed on from runner to runner through the millennia.

You never know how you look through other people's eyes.

Sometimes it helps to see the world through someone else's eyes.

'My Father's Eyes' is very personal. I realized that the closest I ever came to looking in my father's eyes was when I looked into my son's eyes.

Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what's going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That's the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won't make time stand still.

We can look at any experience in two ways: through the eyes of lack, or the eyes of plenty. Fear sees limits, while love sees possibilities. Each attitude will be justified by the belief system you cherish. Change your allegiance from fear to love, and love will sustain you wherever you walk.

Seen through the eyes of a U.S. soldier, Afghanistan is a scary place.

I went from being just a kid to all of a sudden not being able to walk a block without a man waggling his tongue through his fingers, which is disgusting. I mean, I was 13 and suddenly I'm trying to see myself through the eyes of men, trying to figure out why I'm getting this reaction from them versus just being able to walk through the world whole.

There is relationship between sight and touch, something about eyes being able to see through the fingers touching the clay, about fingers being able to feel what the eyes are seeing without the fingers actually touching it.

“Run,” he whispered. “Run.” “No, Rand,” I said, brushing the dirt from his face. “I’m tired of running.” “Forgive me, please.” He clutched my hand as his eyes beseeched me through tears of pain. “You’re forgiven.” He sighed once, then stopped breathing. The shine in his brown eyes dulled. I pulled his hood over his head.