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Tut-tut, it looks like rain.
The sky's gray and there's mizzle. It's so soft on my skin
it's nothing like rain. It's even softer than the lightest drizzle! Lift my face up, so it can kiss my skin. The Panopticon
What light through yonder window breaks?
U r a ' Be Eye Tea See Hutch'!!!.
If we knew that tonight we were going to go blind, we would take a long, last real look at every blade of grass, every cloud formation, every speck of dust, every rainbow, raindrop-everything.
So I came here looking for a Great Perharps
What you see you become.
Tut, Tut, looks like rain
Who needs eyes when you can hallucinate?
The visible exhausts me. I am dissolved in shadow.
See before you be.-- Solange Gil
Stange how nearsighted being invisible can make you" - said Dumbledore
The ruby droplets absorbed by the pitiful tourniquet.
I'm blind without my glasses.
Sometimes I catch glimpses,
through the windows,
through the glass,
life rushing,
whirling,
past.
There is a limit to how much a seer wishes to see.
Have you seen this guy yet?"
"Nope. My peephole is getting a workout, though."
"Glad to hear at least one hole is getting some action around here.
I see through your brain like I see through the water that runs down the drain.
See your road through.
I am glimmerless.
My name might be Arrow, but it was Hopp who'd pierced my heart like one. I
May you see drops like stars.
Did you see more glass?
You cannot see me from where I look at myself
screen. Again, he
I'm nearly blind. I can hardly see. But I'm taking some herbs. Something quacky.
I see the world through a diaphanous curtain of blood.
Among the blind the one-eyed blinkard reigns
Each drop hits the pavement;
A soft, incoherent shatter below.
Here I stand in torturous observance
Of this strange disappearing act.
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.
Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen.
Pa-rump, pa-rump, pa-rump. He's the Little Drummer Boy on speed.
You heard me. You ain't blind.
Man to man, my eye Kipps snorted. It was like seeing two schoolgirls squabbling over a scented pencil. You should have heard the squeals.
Only darkened trails of rain could paint your face upon a pane ...
Sound of snipping growing softer outside the window, Leo
One can perceive me only with his limited vision. A droplet can't perceive the extent of the ocean.
~ Aarush Kashyap
Through the windshield I
saw the mark of these
ghettos - the abundance of
beauty shops, churches,
liquor stores, and
crumbling housing - and I
felt the old fear. Through
the windshield I saw the
rain coming down in
sheets.
Sometimes you think you can see around corners, and maybe you can.
My own eyes are not enough for me; I will see through those of others.Eyes-- C.s. Lewis
who
is invisible enough
to see you
only a fool trips on what's behind him'."
When merciless ambition, or mad zeal, has led two hosts of dupes to battlefield, That, blind, they there may dig each other's graves, And call the sad work glory ...
I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G."
"Sausages.
window, staring at
There was a single ray of sun shining through the window. I got up, went to the cracked glass, and saw that it was both raining and shining outside
a bit of meteorological weirdness whose name no one can seem to agree on. My mom, I kid you not, refers to it as orphan's tears.
I'm real clear, you know? There's no fogginess.
I 'uz mos' to de foot er de islan' b'fo' I found' a good place. I went into de woods en jedged I wouldn' fool wid raffs no mo', long as dey move de lantern roun' so. I had my pipe en a plug er dog-leg, en some matches in my cap, en dey warn't wet, so I 'uz all right.
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Shine: clear dew aching with light.
When something large and oncoming passed, the windshield's big rectangle was for a moment incandesced and opaque with water, which the wipers heaved mightily to displace.
The spectacles of experience; through them you will see clearly a second time.
What like see-through tops?
Peevishness may be considered the canker of life, that destroys its vigor and checks its improvement; that creeps on with hourly depredations, and taints and vitiates what it cannot consume.
the rain falls, catching the trailing edges of net curtains which flow out of open windows like fishing nets lowered over the backs of boats, nets hung neatly between the outside and the in, keeping floundering secrets firmly hidden...
Amma gave me some of her best stinkeye. How does a bird know to fly south? How does a catfish know how to swim? I don't know how many times I have to tell you, Ethan Wate. They don't call me a Seer for nothin'.
Sound judgement, with discernment is the best of seers
Blind is he who will not see!Blind-- Victor Hugo
Did you know that I can see you?
You thought you'd never see me again. You loooove me and you miiiissed me. You--Holy hell. Are those tears? Are you crying?"
"I just have something in my eye."
"You're right. No tears here, either. Definitely the rain. It's really wet out here.
Nosegays! leave them for the waking,
Throw them earthward where they grew
Dim are such, beside the breaking
Amaranths he looks unto.
Folded eyes see brighter colors than the open ever do.
Blowing,Blowing
The gray slabs
Will lose you
the winds will flick you away
In a whiff
Jaykit is blind...
A living man is blind and drinks his drop.
What matter if the ditches are impure?
What matter if I live it all once more?
Sight is a slick and overbearing autocrat, trumpeting its prodigal knowledge and perceptions so forcefully that it drowns out the other, subtler senses.
But Vikram had seen through every facet, holding me against the light as if I truly were translucent, and instead of making me feel as if I had been looked through and found wanting, I felt . . . seen.
occurs, it means we can see through your pants. It's too
In order to see, I have to be willing to be seen.
People are leaky.
OMFGEIGHTPOUNDBABYJESUSONAPOGOSTICK WHAT?
I snatched the paper away from Dopey.
"Hey," he yelled. "I was reading that!"
"Let somebody who can pronounce all the big words have a try," I said.
Well, if you're not a man in glasses standing in front of me with a tape recorder going like this, I can't see anything. But if you are, then I see perfectly well.
The consciousness of the seer, is a greater power for knowledge than the consciousness of the thinker. The perceptual power of the inner sight is greater and more direct than the perceptual power of thought: ...
Real vision is the ability to see the invisible.
I looked up, it was the first drop of rain.
Tearing through the clouds, screaming as it did.
For all this effort, it had to head towards the drain,
So I looked up and caught it in my eye instead.
Faces pressed against the pane, full of little, content with sawdust tears.
Across clearings, an eye,
A widening deepening greenness,
Brilliantly, concentratedly,
Coming about its own business.
I haf the sownd of more words butt i coud not remember the shaps of the letters.
Can you, like, see invisible people, too?"
"No," Warner says to him, eyes focused in front of him. "I can feel your presence. Hers, most of all."
"Really?" Kenji says. "That's some weird shit. What do I feel like? Peanut butter?"
Warner is unamused.
You were spying on us?"
"It was kind of hard not to. You were right there by the workshop with Will. it looked like he was practically squishing you to death."
"He wasn't," Ronnie assured him.
"I'm just saying how it looked."
She smiled. You'll understand when you're a little older.
No one can see very clearly inside the heavy fog, no one but the fog himself!
Raindrop gangbang. Little water-based whore.
Cogg would suddenly stand stock still. "Listen," he would say. Some feeble quack would be heard from the willow beyond the pond. "That's an easy one to tell. The frog-pippit." Then he would add, As a safety measure, "As I believe they call it in these parts."
Your name is Rain, isn't it? Rain slips in the cracks and slides through the seams. You can do it? Can't you?
LINEN, n. "A kind of cloth the making of which, when made of hemp, entails a great waste of hemp."
A face at the window, a tap on the pane, who is it that wants me tonight in the rain?
-Bumblebee bat, how do you see at night?
-I make a squeaky sound that bounces back from whatever it hits. I see by hearing.
Water overflowed from the broken guttering, cascading from the missing down pipe over the flaky clapboard siding. A faded tarpaulin nailed over a window appeared to breathe as the wind sucked it in and puffed it out again.
Like water leaking through a dam," said Piper.
"Yeah," smiled Percy. "We've got a dam hole."
"What?" Piper asked.
"Nothing," he said. "Inside joke.
Damn Dap and damn you too, sir, I know what I'm doing." "Do you?" "Better than anyone else." "Oh, that is obvious, since nobody else has the faintest idea what you're doing.
Only a fool trips on what is behind him.
A Glass Eye leaped out from behind a parcked smail-trasport, blocked thier way. "Did you drop something?" Dodge asked the assassian. "Caus I think I see you ... " he unheathed his sword and swung, decapitating the Glass Eye in one blow, " ... head over there.
The thing to do is to concentrate on the seer and not on the seen, not on the objects, but on the Light which reveals them.
GON. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
ANT. The ground indeed is tawny.
SEB. With an eye of green in 't.
ANT. He misses not much.
SEB. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
I flip off Pigpen. He suggests something anatomically impossible, and as the familiar ribbing begins[--}
Only after I've seen the visible can I imagine what the invisible is.
Who you looking at-- Darren Shan
Sometimes I see me dead in the rain.
Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.
What see you in the horizon's bruised smear
That cannot be blotted out
By your raised hand?