Extra Human Eye Quotes & Sayings

I don't hire anybody not brighter than I am. If they're not brighter than I am, I don't need them. — Bear Bryant

We cannot attribute to fortune or virtue that which is achieved without either. — Niccolo Machiavelli

No one can stop me from talking about my movie. — Abel Ferrara

Ah! There you are! he exclaimed, looking at Jean Valjean. I'm so glad to see you. Well, but how is this? I gave you the candlesticks too, which are of silver like the rest, and for which you can certainly get two hundred francs. Why did you not carry them away with your forks and spoons? — Victor Hugo

Mama Lo can get a bit nasty whenever I play with the cubs. She thinks I'm going to eat one, but they're not to my taste. Too hairy. Now if she'd let me skin one, I might be interested." (Simi)
He laughed in spite of himself. "Are you joking about that?" (Gallagher)
"Oh no. I never joke about hairy food. It's disgusting." (Simi) — Sherrilyn Kenyon

They maintain this guilty, defiant refusal to engage: I know you're out there; I know it's awful and I'm safe inside, but I suffered too, so let me just read my Kindle without bloody guilt-tripping me, OK? — Sophie Kinsella

You can't make yourself be compassionate, you can only keep stepping back and becoming a larger container in which compassion wants to live. The practice should open us up, and crack open our hearts again and again. — Judith Hanson Lasater

This is how early age people heard music, not through their ears above the cacophony of modern life but directly from the universe into their souls. — Bryan Islip

A desire that has never been fulfilled is considerably less acute than one that has been fulfilled and then checked at the source. — Phyllis Bottome

The pool and the miniature vale that contained it, always dark, grew darker still. Looking up after countless kisses, he saw idling fish of mottled gold and silver, black, white, and red, hanging in air above the goddess's upraised hand, and for the first time noticed light streaming from a lamp of silver filigree in the branches of a stunted tree. "Where did they go?" he asked. — Gene Wolfe