Quotes on Glances

It requires but a very small glance of thought to perceive, that although laws made in one generation often continue in force through succeeding generations, yet that they continue to derive their force from the consent of the living. A law not repealed continues in force, not because it cannot be repealed, but because it is not repealed; and the non repealing passes for consent.

Glance at the sun. See the moon and stars. Gaze at the beauty of the green earth. Now think.

I saw deep in the eyes of the animals the human soul look out upon me. I saw where it was born deep down under feathers and fur, or condemned for a while to roam four-footed among the brambles,I caught the clinging mute glance of the prisoner and swore that I would be faithful.

Glance at the sun. See the moon and the stars. _x000D_ Gaze at the beauty of earth’s greenings. _x000D_ Now, think. _x000D_ What delight God gives to humankind _x000D_ with all these things . _x000D_ All nature is at the disposal of humankind. _x000D_ We are to work with it. For _x000D_ without we cannot survive.

See now the power of truth; the same experiment which at first glance seemed to show one thing, when more carefully examined, assures us of the contrary.

There also exists another alliance - at first glance a strange one, a surprising one - but if you think about it, in fact, one which is well grounded and easy to understand. This is the alliance between our Communist leaders and your capitalists. This alliance is not new. ... We observe continuous and steady support by the businessmen of the West of the Soviet Communist leaders.

A thousand fearful images and dire suggestions glance along the mind when it is moody and discontented with itself. Command them to stand and show themselves, and you presently assert the power of reason over imagination.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

Glances of true beauty can be seen in the faces of those who live in true meekness.

I used to dream_x000D_ I used to glance beyond the stars_x000D_ Now I don't know where we are_x000D_ although I know we've drifted far_x000D_ What about yesterday_x000D_ What about the seas_x000D_ The heavens are falling down_x000D_ I can't even breathe_x000D_ What about the bleeding Earth_x000D_ Can't we feel its wounds_x000D_ What about nature's worth?_x000D_ It's our planet's womb.

On film you put all your energies into a single glance.

If we glance at the most important revolutions in history, we see at once that the greatest number of these originated in the periodical revolutions of the human mind.

As love is full of unbefitting strains,_x000D_ _x000D_ All wanton as a child, skipping and vain,_x000D_ _x000D_ Form'd by the eye and therefore, like the eye,_x000D_ _x000D_ Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms,_x000D_ _x000D_ Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll_x000D_ _x000D_ To every varied object in his glance

That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.

I love enemies, though not in the Christian way. They amuse me, excite my blood. Being always on one’s guard, catching every glance, the significance of every word, guessing at intentions, frustrating their plots, pretending to be tricked, and suddenly, with a shove, upturning the whole enormous and arduously built edifice of their cunning and schemes—that’s what I call life.

For a second, two seconds, they had exchanged an equivocal glance, and that was the end of the story. But even that was a memorable event, in the locked loneliness in which one had to live.

Walking and talking are two very great pleasures, but it is a mistake to combine them. Our own noise blots out the sounds and silences of the outdoor world; and talking leads almost inevitably to smoking, and then farewell to nature as far as one of our senses is concerned. The only friend to walk with is one who so exactly shares your taste for each mood of the countryside that a glance, a halt, or at most a nudge, is enough to assure us that the pleasure is shared.

She told me later that she had made a kind of note of me in her mind, as, scanning the shelf for a particular book, one will sometimes have one's attention caught by another, take it down, glance at the title page and saying "I must read that, too, when I've the time," replace it and continue the search.

Time seems to pass. The world happens, unrolling into moments, and you stop to glance at a spider pressed to its web. There is a quickness of light and a sense of things outlined precisely and streaks of running luster on the bay. You know more surely who you are on a strong bright day after a storm when the smallest falling leaf is stabbed with self-awareness. The wind makes a sound in the pines and the world comes into being, irreversibly, and the spider rides the wind-swayed web.

Though you are three times more beautiful than angels, Though you are the sister of the river willows, I will kill you with my singing, Without spilling your blood on the ground. Not touching you with my hand, Not giving you one glance, I will stop loving you, But with your unimaginable groans I will finally slake my thirst. From her, who wandered the earth before me, Crueler than ice, more fiery than flame, From her, who still exists in the ether— From her you will set me free.

One of the peculiar ironies of being a human self in the Cosmos: A stranger approaching you in the street will in a second's glance see you whole, size you up, place you in a way in which you cannot and never will, even though you have spent a lifetime with yourself, live in the Century of the Self, and therefore ought to know yourself best of all.