Total found: 100
Albert Hofmann
I was completely astonished by the beauty of nature. Our eyes see just a small fraction of the light in the world. It is a trick to make a colored world, which does not exist outside of human beings.
Alberto Caeiro
Night doesn't fall for my eyesBut my idea of the night is that it falls for my eyes.Beyond my thinking and having any thoughtsThe night falls concretelyAnd the shining of stars exists like it had weight.
Alberto Caeiro
Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with him in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they're two things:The man goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is
Alberto Caeiro
Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with him in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they're two things:The man goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is
Alberto Caeiro
Now I sense the perfume of flowers like seeing a new thing.I know they smell just as well as I know I existed.They're things known from the outside.But now I know with my breathing from the back of my head.
Alberto Caeiro
If science wants to be truthful,What science is more truthful than the science of things without science?I close my eyes and the hard earth where I'm lyingHas a reality so real even my back feels it.I don't need reason
Alberto Caeiro
And I find a happiness in the fact of accepting
Alberto Caeiro
I'm glad I see with my eyes and not the pages I've read.
Alberto Caeiro
And I find a happiness in the fact of accepting
Alberto Caeiro
And I find a happiness in the fact of accepting
Alberto Caeiro
If science wants to be truthful,What science is more truthful than the science of things without science?I close my eyes and the hard earth where I'm lyingHas a reality so real even my back feels it.I don't need reason
Alberto Caeiro
The amorous shepherd has lost his staff,And his sheep are straying on the hillside,And he didn't even play the flute he brought to play because he was thinking so much.No one came to him or went away. He never found his staff again.Others, cursing at him, gathered his sheep for him.No one had loved him, in the end.When he got up from the hillside and the false truth, he saw everything:The great valleys full of the same green as always,The great distant mountains, more real than any feeling,All reality, with the sky and the air and the fields that exist, is present.(And once again the air, that he'd missed for so long, entered coolly into his lungs)And he felt that the air was opening again, but with pain, a liberty in his chest.(7/10/1930)
Alberto Caeiro
Something changed in part of reality
Alberto Caeiro
If science wants to be truthful,What science is more truthful than the science of things without science?I close my eyes and the hard earth where I'm lyingHas a reality so real even my back feels it.I don't need reason
Alberto Caeiro
A kid thinking about fairy tales and believing in fairy talesActs like a sick god, but like a god.Because even though he affirms that what doesn't exist exists,He knows things exist, that he exists,He knows existing exists and doesn't explain itself,And he knows there's no reason at all for anything to exist.He knows being is the point.All he doesn't know is that thought isn't the point.(10/1/1917)
Alberto Caeiro
I don't know what understanding myself is. I don't look inside.I don't believe I exist behind myself.
Alberto Caeiro
Something changed in part of reality
Alberto Caeiro
If science wants to be truthful,What science is more truthful than the science of things without science?I close my eyes and the hard earth where I'm lyingHas a reality so real even my back feels it.I don't need reason
Alberto Caeiro
And I find a happiness in the fact of accepting
Alberto Caeiro
He should be happy because he can think about the unhappiness of others!He's stupid if he doesn't know other people's unhappiness is theirs,And isn't cured from the outside,Because suffering isn't like running out of ink,Or a trunk not having iron bands!There being injustice is like there being death.
Alberto Caeiro
Something changed in part of reality
Alberto Caeiro
What does this think about that?Nothing thinks about anything.Does the earth have consciousness of its stones and plants?If it did, it would be people. . .Why am I worrying about this?If I think about these things,I'll stop seeing trees and plantsAnd stop seeing the EarthFor only seeing my thoughts...I'll get unhappy and stay in the dark.And so, without thinking, I have the Earth and the Sky.
Alberto Caeiro
If science wants to be truthful,What science is more truthful than the science of things without science?I close my eyes and the hard earth where I'm lyingHas a reality so real even my back feels it.I don't need reason
Alberto Caeiro
It's an already inside outside,The philosophers say it's the soulBut it's not the soul: it's the animal or the man itselfIn its way of existing.
Alberto Caeiro
Even so, I'm somebody.I'm the Discoverer of Nature.I'm the Argonaut of true sensations.I bring a new Universe to the UniverseBecause I bring the Universe to itself.
Alberto Caeiro
Everything's different from us. That's why everything exists.
Alberto Caeiro
Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with him in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they're two things:The man goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is
Alberto Caeiro
If science wants to be truthful,What science is more truthful than the science of things without science?I close my eyes and the hard earth where I'm lyingHas a reality so real even my back feels it.I don't need reason
Alberto Caeiro
Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with him in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they're two things:The man goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is
Alberto Caeiro
Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with him in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they're two things:The man goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is
Alberto Caeiro
Something changed in part of reality
Alberto Caeiro
Between what i see in a field and what I see in another fieldThere passes for a moment the figure of a man.His steps go with him in the same reality,But I look at him and them, and they're two things:The man goes walking with his ideas, false and foreign,And his steps go with the ancient system that makes legs walk.I see him from a distance without any opinion at all.How perfect that he is in him what he is
Alberto Caeiro
Yes: I exist inside my body.I'm not carrying the sun and the moon in my pocket.I don't want to conquer worlds because I slept badly,And I don't want to eat the world for breakfast because I have a stomach.Indifferent?No: a son of the earth, who, if he jumps, it's wrong,A moment in the air that's not for us,And only happy when his feet hit the ground again,Pow! In reality where nothing's missing!(6/20/1919)
Álvaro de Campos
I consider a dream like I consider a shadow, answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. A shadow is real, but it's less real than a rock. A dream is real
Álvaro de Campos
he woman Caeiro fell in love with. I have no idea who she was, and I intend to never find out, not even out of curiosity. There are things of which the soul refuses to lose its ignorance.I'm perfectly aware no one's obliged to reciprocate love, and great poets have nothing to do with being great lovers. But there's a transcendent spite...Let her remain anonymous even to God!
Álvaro de Campos
His conception of the universe is, however, instinctive, not intellectual; it can't be criticized as a concept, because there's none there, and it can't be criticized as temperament, because temperament can't be criticized.
Álvaro de Campos
I consider a dream like I consider a shadow, answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. A shadow is real, but it's less real than a rock. A dream is real
Álvaro de Campos
I consider a dream like I consider a shadow, answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. A shadow is real, but it's less real than a rock. A dream is real
Álvaro de Campos
I consider a dream like I consider a shadow, answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. A shadow is real, but it's less real than a rock. A dream is real
Álvaro de Campos
The Amorous Shepherd is a fruitless interlude, but those few poems are among the world's greatest love poems, because they're love poems about love, not about being poems. The poet loves because he loves, not because love exists.
Álvaro de Campos
I consider a dream like I consider a shadow, answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. A shadow is real, but it's less real than a rock. A dream is real
André Gide
Those who have eyes…do not know their happiness.
Annie Dillard
I want to think about trees. Trees have a curious relationship to the subject of the present moment. There are many created things in the universe that outlive us, that outlive the sun, even, but I can't think about them. I live with trees. There are creatures under our feet, creatures that live over our heads, but trees live quite convincingly in the same filament of air we inhabit, and in addition, they extend impressively in both directions, up and down, shearing rock and fanning air, doing their real business just out of reach.
Annie Dillard
I have often noticed that these things, which obsess me, neither bother nor impress other people even slightly. I am horribly apt to approach some innocent at a gathering, and like the ancient mariner, fix him with a wild, glitt'ring eye and say, Do you know that in the head of the caterpillar of the ordinary goat moth there are two hundred twenty-eight separate muscles? The poor wretch flees. I am not making chatter; I mean to change his life.
Annie Dillard
This is what I had come for, just this, and nothing more. A fling of leafy motion on the cliffs, the assault of real things, living and still, with shapes and powers under the sky- this is my city, my culture, and all the world I need.
Annie Dillard
Those people who shoot endless time-lapse films of unfurling roses and tulips have the wrong idea. They should train their cameras instead on the melting of pack ice, the green filling of ponds, the tidal swings…They should film the glaciers of Greenland, some of which creak along at such a fast clip that even the dogs bark at them. They should film the invasion of the southernmost Canadian tundra by the northernmost spruce-fir forest, which is happening right now at the rate of a mile every 10 years. When the last ice sheet receded from the North American continent, the earth rebounded 10 feet. Wouldn't that have been a sight to see?
Annie Dillard
It looked as though the leaves of the autumn forest had taken flight, and were pouring down the valley like a waterfall, like a tidal wave, all the leaves of the hardwoods from here to Hudson's Bay. It was as if the season's colors were draining away like lifeblood, as if the year were molting and shedding. The year was rolling down, and a vital curve had been reached, the tilt that gives way to headlong rush. And when the monarch butterflies had passed and were gone, the skies were vacant, the air poised. The dark night into which the year was plunging was not a sleep but an awakening, a new and necessary austerity, the sparer climate for which I longed. The shed trees were brittle and still, the creek light and cold, and my spirit holding its breath.
Annie Dillard
I was in no tent under leaves, sleepless and glad. There was no moon at all; along the world's coasts the sea tides would be springing strong. The air itself also has lunar tides; I lay still. Could I feel in the air an invisible sweep and surge, and an answering knock in the lungs? Or could I feel the starlight? Every minute on a square mile of this land one ten thousandth of an ounce of starlight spatters to earth. What percentage of an ounce did that make on my eyes and cheeks and arms, tapping and nudging as particles, pulsing and stroking as waves?
Annie Dillard
Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery. The surface of mystery is not smooth, any more than the planet is smooth; not even a single hydrogen atom is smooth, let alone a pine. Nor does it fit together; not even the chlorophyll and hemoglobin molecules are a perfect match, for, even after the atom of iron replaces the magnesium, long streamers of disparate atoms trail disjointedly from the rims of the molecule's loops. Freedom cuts both ways. Mystery itself is as fringed and intricate at the shape of the air at times. Forays into mystery cut bays and fine fjords, but the forested mainland itself is implacable both in its bulk and in its most filigreed fringe of detail.
Annie Dillard
The secret of seeing is, then the pearl of great price. If I thought he could teach me to find it and keep it forever I would stagger barefoot across a hundred deserts after any lunatic at all. But although the pearl may be found, it may not be sought. The literature of illumination reveals this above all: although it comes to those who wait for it, it is always, even to the most practiced and adept, a gift and a total surprise. I return from one walk knowing where the killdeer nests in the field by the creek and the hour the laurel blooms. I return form the same walk a day later scarcely knowing my own name. Litanies hum in my ears; my tongue flaps in my mouth. Ailinon, alleluia!
Annie Dillard
Shadow is the blue patch where the light doesn't hit. It is mystery itself, and mystery is the ancients' ultima Thule, the modern explorer's Point of Relative Inaccessibility, that boreal point most distant from all known lands. There the twin oceans of beauty and horror meet. The great glaciers are calving. Ice that sifted to earth as snow in the time of Christ shears from the pack with a roar and crumbles to water. It could be that our instruments have not looked deeply enough. The RNA deep in the mantis's jaw is a beautiful ribbon. Did the crawling Polyphemus moth have in its watery heart one cell, and in that cell one special molecule, and that molecule one hydrogen atom, and round that atom's nucleus one wild, distant electron that split showed a forest, swaying?
Annie Dillard
Yes, it's tough, it's tough, that goes without saying. But isn't waiting itself and longing a wonder, being played on by wind, sun, and shade?
Anthony T. Hincks
Loneliness doesn't come from being alone.It comes from seeing other people together.
Anthony T. Hincks
I may be deaf to the sounds of the world, but you have shown me how I can hear by seeing the color in your smile and feeling the touch of your hand in mine.
Christophe Galfard
The very small quantum world, it seems, is a mixture of possibilities. The quantum fields to which all particles belong are the sum of these possibilities and, somehow, one possibility is chosen out of all the existing ones just by seeing it, just by the very act of detecting it, whenever one tries to probe a particle's nature. Nobody knows why or how this happens.
Confucius
Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.
Criss Jami
Those who speak of progression but are afraid of change are self-repressed and therefore unable to reach any further than their eyes can already see.
Criss Jami
If love is blind, then maybe a blind person that loves has a greater understanding of it.
Deb Caletti
You've got to have someone who loves your body. Who doesn't define you, but sees you. Who loves what he sees. Who you don't have to struggle to be good enough for.
Dejan Stojanovic
Faith is a question of eyesight; even the blind can see that.
Dodie Smith
I like seeing people when they can't see me.
Donna Goddard
You can turn every ugly and damaging drama into a genuine blessing by seeing it differently. No one is suffering on purpose. We learn to give up the pleasure we feel in self-righteously blaming others. Healing happens when we see things differently. The question is: do you want suffering or peace? It's that simple.
Edward Tufte
We shouldn't abbreviate the truth but rather get a new method of presentation.
Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
These three things give meaning to life: dreams and aspirations which inspires confidence and direct actions and steps in the day, a person's ability to not just look but see distinctively, and a real and robust action with tenacity which make dreams realities. So many people sleep and they only sleep! So many people wake up and they don't see anything in the day from dawn to dusk! When you close your eyes, dream! When you open your eyes, see! When you take a step, take a definite action with the right attitude!
Frank Beddor
Only the previous day, Arch had found him in a spirit-dance corral, blistering the creatures to the point of death, such was his need to touch and destroy.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Glance into the world just as though time were gone: and everything crooked will become straight to you.
Ian McDonald
You collect art: you must know that the miniature artists, at the end of careers spent painting the tiniest, most exacting details that no one would ever look at, would often put their eyes out with needles. Too much beauty, yes, but also too much seeing. They were tired of seeing. The dark was safe and warm and comfortable. Blindness was a gift. I still have seeing to do.
Jay Woodman
Mist lies over the river like the icy breath of winter angels. Darkness gathers round... and it is beautiful.Thank you for this life, this death, whatever it is you arethat makes us finally see.
Jim Lynch
See as much as you can see, I guess. Rachel Carson said most of us go through life unseeing. I do that some days...I think it's easier to see when you're a kid. We're not in a hurry to get anywhere and we don't have those long to-do lists you guys have.
Jodi Picoult
Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't stand the thought of them changing? Is it a crime when you love someone so much that you can't see clearly?
John Berger
The relation between what we see and what we know is never settled. Each evening we see the sun set. We know that the earth is turning away from it. Yet the knowledge, the explanation, never quite fits the sight.
John Lubbock
What we do see depends mainly on what we look for. ... In the same field the farmer will notice the crop, the geologists the fossils, botanists the flowers, artists the colouring, sportmen the cover for the game. Though we may all look at the same things, it does not all follow that we should see them.
Joss Whedon
Seven years, Dawn. Working with the Slayer. Seeing my friends get more and more powerful... a witch. A demon. Hell, I could fit Oz in my shaving kit, but come a full moon, he had a wolfy mojo not to be messed with. Powerful, all of them. And I'm the guy who fixes the windows. They'll never know how tough it is, Dawnie, to be the one who isn't Chosen, to live so near the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody's watching me. I saw you last night, and I see you working here today. You're not special; you're extraordinary.
Kamand Kojouri
My love, you are driving the entire world mad. The nightingales are committing suicide one by one out of jealousy of your voice. The roses took one glance at your beauty and folded themselves from shame. The trees now only whisper your name and the sky hasn't stopped crying since you looked up. Have pity on us, my love. We have already broken all the mirrors and glass out of fear that you will forget us and fall in love with yourself once you see what we all cannot stop seeing.
Kamand Kojouri
Poetry is seeing everything when there is only one thing. It is looking at a rose but seeing the stars, moons, seas, and trees. It is a truth beyond logic, an experience beyond thought. Poetry is the Earth pausing on its axis in order to manifest itself as a rose.
Lailah Gifty Akita
O God open our eyes to see the wonders of your holy word.
Lailah Gifty Akita
The prophet is the eye of the people.
Lailah Gifty Akita
I see a sacred beautiful art.
Lois Farfel Stark
Living in new shapes, reshapes our thinking
Lois Farfel Stark
SEE what you think.
Lynn Margulis
Life did not take over the world by combat,but by networking.
Mary Oliver
There are things you can't reach. ButYou can reach out to them, and all day long.The wind, the bird flying away. The idea of god.And it can keep you busy as anything else, and happier.I look; morning to night I am never done with looking.Looking I mean not just standing around, but standing aroundAs though with your arms open.
Megan Chance
Sight is one of the most easily deceived senses. I could make a coin disappear and your eyes would believe it gone, even if it were merely up my sleeve.
Megan Chance
Imagine you come upon a house painted brown. What color would you say the house was?Why brown, of course.But what if I came upon it from the other side, and found it to be white?That would be absurd. Who would paint a house two colors?He ignored my question. You say it's brown, and I say it's white. Who's right?We're both right.Non, he said. We're both wrong. The house isn't brown or white. It's both. You and I only see one side. But that doesn't mean the other side doesn't exist. To not see the whole is to not see the truth.
Meister Eckhart
The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me; my eye and God's eye are one eye, one seeing, one knowing, one love.
Mokokoma Mokhonoana
Looking but not seeing is the hearing but not understanding of the eye.
Mokokoma Mokhonoana
Boredom is probably more frequent and more tormenting if you do not have sight or hands.
Petek Kabakci
SENSES, APPEARANCE, ESSENCE and EXISTENCEThe world we see with our senses is very different than the world we see through our essence. Our senses perceive the world of appearance. Our essence perceives the deeper layers of existence. The first step of perceiving the world of essence is to have no goal other than to understand. Understanding has to be the ultimate goal. Only then, can we solve the problems.
Petek Kabakci
SENSES, APPEARANCE, ESSENCE and EXISTENCEThe world we see with our senses are very different than the world we see through our essence. Our senses perceive the world of appearance. Our essence perceive the deeper layers of existence. The first step of perceiving the world of essence is not to have any goal other than to understand. Understanding has to be the ultimate goal. Then, we can solve the problems.
Rob Liano
Once you embrace your value, talents and strengths, it neutralizes when others think less of you.
Shannon L. Alder
Never pray to be a better slave when God is trying to get you out of your situation.
Shannon L. Alder
They say faith is taking the first step when you can't see the whole staircase. Actually, wisdom is seeing the elevator behind it that would have taken you to the top floor.
Shannon L. Alder
Truth and facts are woven together. However, sometimes facts can blind you from seeing what is actually going on in someone's life.
Shannon L. Alder
You can't selectively numb your anger, any more than you can turn off all lights in a room, and still expect to see the light.
Stefan Bachmann
Once people see you cry, it's like they own part of you. It's like you ripped a hole in yourself, and they saw through whatever armor you had on, got a good long view of all the screaming alien goop underneath.
Suzanne Collins
Knowing it and seeing it are two different things.
Temitayo Olami
What do you see when you look in the mirror? I hope it goes beyond beauty. I hope what you see is that person who's worth it and deserves nothing less than the best, I hope that you see beyond the pain, I hope that you see the glory ahead of you, I hope that you see the strong woman who doesn't break to fail, but breaks to stand and I hope that you'll always remember that you need to love the person in the mirror first to make a change
Temitayo Olami
What do you see when you look in the mirror? I hope it goes beyond beauty. I hope what you see is that person who's worth it and deserves nothing less than the best, I hope that you see beyond the pain, I hope that you see the glory ahead of you, I hope that you see the strong woman who doesn't break to fail, but breaks to stand the tallest and I hope that you'll always remember that you need to love the person in the mirror first to make a change
TemitOpe Ibrahim
What you see is highly dependent on how you look.
Toba Beta
A skeptical man with a credo, 'Seeing is believing'. One day he found something so alien and said, 'I can't believe what I just saw'. Then the other man with different credo, 'Blessed are they who believe without seeing'. One day he found something so alien and said,'This is blasphemy, sinful and evil'.