Pastoral Resources

A film is never really good unless the camera is an eye in the head of a poet.

A cynic is a man who looks at the world with a monocle in his mind's eye.

Any film that supports the idea that things can be changed is a great film in my eyes.

Great occasions do not make heroes or cowards; they simply unveil them to the eyes of men. Silently and imperceptibly, as we wake or sleep, we grow strong or weak; and at last some crisis shows what we have become.

My own eyes are no more than scouts on a preliminary search, for the camera's eye may entirely change my idea.

How could these people in the public eye not be afraid of me, but my whole town was?

The objects of the present life fill the human eye with a false magnification because of their immediacy.

Her blue eyes were still beautiful, but they did not know what was before them, and Mary herself could never look through them again to tell Laura what she was thinking without saying a word.

Far worst of all, the fever had settled in Mary's eyes, and Mary was blind.

It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.

You can pick out actors by the glazed look that comes into their eyes when the conversation wanders away from themselves.

But my eyes were riveted on a small slim woman her hair simply coiled into her neck, Katherine Glasier.

A visual image is a simple thing, a picture that enters the eyes.

In short, we cannot grow, we cannot achieve authentic discovery, and our eyes cannot be cleansed to the truly beautiful possibilities of life, if we simply live a neutral existence.

By the time I got home at night, my eyes were so chlorinated I saw rings around every light.

Keeping our eyes on journey's end is what we need - the place where we see at last the world that is greater than the world, the new creation that cannot be contained in present thought or social order or piety.

Since childhood she had walked the Devon rivers with her father looking for flowers and the nests of birds, passing some rocks and trees as old friends, seeing a Spirit everywhere, gentle in thought to all her eyes beheld.

When you're in Los Angeles, nobody bats an eye, they're so used to seeing actors, they just act really cool.

Girls talk to each other like men talk to each other. But girls have an eye for detail.

When I look into the future, it's so bright it burns my eyes.