They consider me to have a sharp and penetrating vision because I see through the mesh of the sieve.

I have often depended on the blindness of strangers.

I'm a women, I know these things. When you look at me sometimes, I know you're seeing someone else. It's like you keep waiting for her to pop out of the thin air and take you away from all of this. . .

People are not disturbed by things, but by the view they take of them.

People always turn away from the eyes of a stranger, afraid to know what lies behind the stare.

One summer night, out on a flat headland, all but surrounded by the waters of the bay, the horizons were remote and distant rims on the edge of space. Millions of stars blazed in darkness, and on the far shore a few lights burned in cottages. Otherwise there was no reminder of human life. My companion and I were alone with the stars: the misty river of the Milky Way flowing across the sky, the patterns of the constellations standing out bright and clear, a blazing planet low on the horizon. It occurred to me that if this were a sight that could be seen only once in a century, this little headland would be thronged with spectators. But it can be see many scores of nights in any year, and so the lights burned in the cottages and the inhabitants probably gave not a thought to the beauty overhead; and because they could see it almost any night, perhaps they never will.

Look, don't look away.

It's only in thy mind's eye that one can see rightly.

You are always looking at him. You are looking at him too much. It is dangerous to look at people in such a fashion. Something terrible may happen.

She is like a mad woman who is seeking everywhere for lovers. She is naked, too. She is quite naked. The clouds are seeking to clothe her nakedness, but she will not let them. She shows herself naked in the sky. She reels through the clouds like a drunken woman. . . I am sure she is looking for lovers.

One should not look at anything. Neither at things, nor at people should one look. Only in mirrors is it well to look, for mirrors do but show us masks.

People only see what they are prepared to see.

She looked up into eyes which were not there, into the eyes which should have been there.

I think people are looking for miracles so hard that they see what they want to see.

It is amazing what you can find when looking for something else.

And with boys? How they have it so easy. How you have to pretend you don't notice them . . . noticing you.

It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see. . .

Do I avoid looking a stranger in the eyes because I don't want to make him uncomfortable, or do I turn my eyes so he can't look into me? What is in there that I don't want him to see?

What wonderfully blue eyes you have. They are quite, quite blue. I hope you will always look at me just like that, especially when there are other people present.

Sometimes, what you're looking out for is exactly what you should be watching out for.

I'm trying to find myself. Has anyone seen me lately?

In your eyes, I saw my destiny - a place where you and I will never be.

It was as if I was blind and she told me, sight doesn't matter, it's just as well you can't see.

The walls of that grotto were every color blue and you said, "Look! Your eyes are seacolor. Look! Your eyes are skycolor." And my eyes shut down as if they were suddenly ashamed.

I begin to see. Today, I am not all wood.

Remember The Shadow Knows? And he did. He could see me, squatting there beside my sensible brown radio. And it goes on. It goes on even now. They all see you when you least suspect.

We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are.

Appearances are a glimpse of the unseen.

Let us not look back in anger, nor forward in fear, but around in awareness.

Actually, of course, few people in this world see what is going on about them. Nobody really sees until he understands, until he can create a pattern into which the helter-skelter of passing events fits and makes a significance. And for this sort of vision a personal death is required. Nobody sees with his eyes alone; we see with our souls.