Optic Nerves In Brain Quotes & Sayings

We evolved in a tropical climate where the smells of plants and flowers were all around us. We spent a lot of time in the trees with a lot of sunlight and no clothes. — Helen Fisher

Neither facts nor pictures seem to sink into our centers of feeling any more. — Robert W. Welch Jr.

I like to go on the court and have a little bit of information about my opponent. — Mary Pierce

He will find out the hard way on his birthday that he has got a present he never wanted — Graham Earl

The Bible will never be a living Book to us until we are convinced that God is articulate in His universe. To jump from a dead, impersonal world to a dogmatic Bible is too much for most people. They may admit that they should accept the Bible as the Word of God, and they may try to think of it as such, but they find it impossible to believe that the words there on the page are actually for them. A man may say, "These words are addressed to me," and yet in his heart not feel and know that they are. He is the victim of a divided psychology. He tries to think of God as mute everywhere else and vocal only in a book. I — A.W. Tozer

We put a lot of pride into our work, and to have it show on Sundays is a testament to all the work we've put in. — Clay Matthews III

I want to fall asleep to the sound of his heart beating in the atmosphere. — Tahereh Mafi

His unfiltered conversation topics reminded me of my female sailor status: More than a hooker, less than a woman. I was a brick wall he could chuck rocks at all day and not feel a thing. But they hurt. God, they hurt. — Maggie Young

Upon himself; horror and doubt distract His troubl'd thoughts, and from the bottom stirr The Hell within him, for within him Hell He brings, and round about him, nor from Hell One step no more then from himself can fly By — John Milton

Pictures, propagated by motion along the fibers of the optic nerves in the brain, are the cause of vision. — Isaac Newton

[Howard's] eyes were open and very clear. I'd forgotten what a beautiful gray they were
illness and medicine had regularly glazed them over; now they were bright and attentive, and he was watching me, consciously, through long lashes. Lungs, heart may have stopped but the optic nerves were still sending messages to a brain which, those who should know tell us, does not immediately shut down. So we stared at each other at the end ... 'Can you hear me?' I asked him. 'I know you can see me.' Although there was no breath for speech, he now had a sort of wry wiseguy from the Bronx expression on his face which said clearly to me who knew all his expressions, 'So this is the big fucking deal everyone goes on about. — Gore Vidal

Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on the other side — William Shakespeare