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I met her eyes, and for the first time I perceived that there was something broken behind them, like a tiny crack
in a diamond that becomes visible only when viewed through a magnifying lens; normally it is hidden by the brilliance of the stone.
Through this photographic eye you will be able to look out on a new light-world, a world for the most part uncharted and unexplored, a world that lies waiting to be discovered and revealed.
Vision encompasses vast vistas outside the realm of the predictable, the safe, the expected.
Images, memories, fragmentary shapes and forms all those sensations, visions, half-thoughts that appear and disappear in the wink of an eye, as one sets forth to meet ... The path also disappears as I think of it, as I say it.
window, staring at
It is this admirable and immortal instinct for beauty which causes us to regard the earth and its spectacles as a glimpse, a correspondence of the beyond.
Through the side window, a screen of late-afternoon sunlight is projected onto the wall. Shadows of birds flit across it.
Some shadows are sharp, some shadows are blurry.
I've seen them before in another time and place.
There is more to see than we have been permitted; there are heavens unseen behind the heavens of our perception.
Scenes must be beautiful which daily view'd
Please daily, and whose novelty survives
Long knowledge and the scrutiny of years.
There is no seeing. Seeing is only being.
To see things is to enhance your sense of wonder both for the singular pattern of your own experience, and for the meta-patterns that shape all experience.
The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.
I realized then that we miss so much of life while we are part of it. We fail to see ninety percent of the glories of nature, for to do so would require vision that is simultaneously telescopic and microscopic.
The opposite of a glance ... is a glimpse: because in a glance, we see only for a second, and in a glimpse, the object shows itself only for a second.
Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view.
And I wonder how well I myself can see.
The field of vision is comparable, for me, to the terrain of an archaeological dig. To see is to be on guard, to wait for what emerges from the background, without any name, without any particular interest: what was silent will speak, what is closed will open and will take on a voice.
Seeing is a gift that comes with practice.
We see what we see because we miss all the finer details.
If spectacle is lacking in everyday life, it may be because we have forgotten where and how to look.
At first glance a photograph can inform us. At second glance it can reach us.
One must see everything.
When the world asks "what was it like?" Only the photographer can say "See!
Your sight must become an insight; it must be turned within and used to purify and clarify your mind.
The earth is full of thresholds where beauty awaits the wonder of our gaze.
Everyone sees the unseen in proportion to the clarity of his heart, and that depends upon how much he has polished it. Whoever has polished it more sees more - more unseen forms become manifest to him.
So much beauty in the world, so few eyes to see it.
What do others think they see?
For all the discerning talk, it's the close at hand, the visible that exerts the overpowering force. And what we don't see ...
Sometimes I can almost see around our heads,
like gnats around a streetlight in summer,
The children we could have,
The glimmer of them.
Having visual impressions is, of course, necessary for seeing things, but it is not sufficient. What must be added is not anything sensible. And it is precisely this that unlocks the outer world for us; for without this non-sensible something, each of us would remain locked up in his inner world.
Beyond the world of thought and sensorial impressions, there are planes and dimensions of perfect light, knowledge, and radiant perfection.
That which I have seen, in that little moment, will never go out from my memory, but will abide there; and I shall see it all the days, and dream of it all the nights, till I die. Would God I had been blind!
We keep passing unseen through little moments of other people's lives.
Vision sees what could be.
To look is one thing, to see is another thing; to see is very difficult, normally; to look is to try to see. I have looked and I hope I have seen.
Was there anything more intimate than being truly seen?
As but a swift glance is enough to catch the glory of a great landscape, or only a little lingering is necessary to observe many peculiar beauties in it, so but a brief turn of the mind to sublime thoughts will give us their light and power.
The inhabitants of earth behold commonly but the dark and shadowy under side of heaven's pavement; it is only when seen at a favorable angle in the horizon, morning or evening, that some faint streaks of the rich lining of the clouds are revealed.
Whole sight; or all the rest is desolation.
This benefit of seeing ... can come only if you pause a while, extricate yourself from the maddening mob of quick impressions ceaselessly battering our lives, and look thoughtfully at a quiet image ... the viewer must be willing to pause, to look again, to meditate.
Screw sight. A man didn't have to see to appreciate the picture she presented. Her smell, her heat and the tiny moans escaping her lips were more erotic than any vision.
There are sights too beautiful to swallow. They stay on the rim of the eye; it cannot contain them.
Only after I've seen the visible can I imagine what the invisible is.
When I see beauty
I see God
I see His awesomeness
What do you see?
from Sensing Life (coming soon)
Visions of glory, spare my aching sight.
While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.
At last I see how I was blind.
And as streams of light fan out behind the darkened sun like the wings of a butterfly, i realize that i never saw true beauty until now.
In the window, I fantasize ... about providing grown-ups and children alike with the greatest gift of all: insight ...
eager to see such a wonderful thing,
Sometimes you just know. And so you rearrange your life around what you glimpsed through a little window that opened for one second to show you a glimpse of something you might never get to see again. Even so, you know you will never forget the view.
I see as much as doors'll allow, open or shut
The true seeing is when there is no seeing.
After an eternity of seeking the sudden threshold of seeing and finding leaves one filled with a strange paradox of ecstasy and grief. I was born to see.
The rare moment is not the moment when there is something worth looking at, but the moment when we are capable of seeing.
The scenery when it is truly seen reacts on the life of the seer.
Appearances are a glimpse of the unseen.
The business of a seer is to see; and if he involves himself in the kind of God-eclipsing activities which make seeing impossible, he betrays the trust which his fellows have tacitly placed in him.
In Zen, such a glimpse is called satori. Satori is a moment of Presence, a brief stepping out of the voice in your head, the thought processes, and their reflection in the body as emotion.
Everything in the world of soul has a deep desire and longing for visible form; this is exactly where the power of the imagination lives.
My years with failing vision have prompted me to learn about the nature of the eye and the incredible gift of sight, which I had always taken for granted until it began to slip away.
There is in the blind as in the seeing an Absolute which gives truth to what we know to be true, order to what is orderly, beauty to the beautiful, touchableness to what is tangible.
What delights us in visible beauty is the invisible.
As I see my soul reflected in Nature,
As I see through a mist, One with inexpressible completeness, sanity, beauty,
See the bent head and arms folded over the breast, the Female I see.
Through a narrow window we can see only part of the sky, and not the whole vastness, the magnificence of it.
Very few people really see things unless they've had someone in early life who made them look at things. And name them too. But the looking is primary, the focus.
O Prince, our eyes contemplate with admiration and transmit to the soul the wonderful and varied spectacle of this universe. The night veils without doubt a part of this glorious creation; but day comes to reveal to us this great work, which extends from earth even into the plains of the ether.
Sometimes the most beautiful things are in front of our eyes, and we don't even notice because we're either too busy or too afraid to take a closer look.
They get a glimpse of red lips under a short veil, and exquisite little feet.
The light, the sky, the water, they were all things you looked *through* during the day. At night, they were things you looked *into*. You looked *into* the stars, you looked *into* dark rollers and the surprising platinum flash of their caps.
I see things, that's all. Write enough stories and every shadow on the floor looks like a footprint; every line in the dirt like a secret message.
That is excitement. We catch only glimpses, a burst of movement, a flap of wings, yet it is life itself beating at shadow's edge. It is the unfolding of potential; all of what we might experience and see and learn awaits us.
Sometimes you think you can see around corners, and maybe you can.
I want to expose and evaluate the fact that the seeing and sensing process is a system that should not be taken for granted as natural - it's a cultivated means of reality production that, as a system, can be negotiated and changed.
We rarely see the things we don't expect to see.
What has been seen cannot be unseen
Sometimes in the corner of my eye, I saw a girl running through the loft. A see-through girl, a silhouette. She looked the way the world looks without my glasses. Vaguely hued, indistinct. She looked the way a body looks underwater, lost in the blur of bubble and wave.
Beauty, like justice, slips through our fingers. We photograph the sunset, but all we get is the memory of the moment, not the moment itself. We buy the recording, but the symphony says something different when we listen to it at home.
The subtlest beauties in our life are unseen and unheard.
Inanimate objects sometimes appear endowed with a strange power of sight. A statue notices, a tower watches, the face of an edifice contemplates.
...Thought lengths it, pulls
an invisible world through
a needle's eye
one detail at a time,
...
Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen.
There is a limit to how much a seer wishes to see.
After all, the true seeing is within.True-- George Eliot
Brushing the clouds away from my eyes, I see clarity in the raindrop and beauty in the first ray of morning sun...
Life is strange and wondrous...
Photography makes one conscious of beauty everywhere, even in the simplest things, even in what is often considered commonplace or ugly. Yet nothing is really 'ordinary', for every fragment of the world is crowned with wonder and mystery, and a great and surprising beauty.
I see enough. I saw you.
I'm interested in contemporary vision - the flicker of chrome, reflections, rapid associations, quick flashes of light. Bing! Bang!
What we see, we see
and seeing is changing
The soul sees what the eye cannot,
That was mere probing, my eye was really turned on an invisible realm far beyond the horizon. What is it to see the invisible? That is the ultimate vision, the denial at the end of all seeing, the eye's denial of itself.
All this seeing.
All this relentless taking in.
I was still blind , but twinkling stars did dance Throughout my being's limitless expanse, Nothing had yet drawn close, only at distant stages I found myself, a mere suggestion sensed in past and future ages.
Early impressions are like glimpses seen through the window by night when lightning is about.
Never miss an opportunity of noticing anything of beauty ...
Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.
somethings can only be seen in the shadows
Explore thyself. Herein are demanded the eye and the nerve.
Through pictures, we can imagine and visualize the reflection of the beauties which our eyes can't see.