Seeing Quotes - Page 2

I’m glad I see with my eyes and not the pages I’ve read.

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.

I suddenly asked my master Caeiro, “Are you at peace with yourself?” and he answered, “No, I’m at peace.” It was like the voice of the earth, which is everything and no one.

The Amorous Shepherd is a fruitless interlude, but those few poems are among the world’s greatest love poems, because they’re love poems about love, not about being poems. The poet loves because he loves, not because love exists.

Everything’s different from us. That’s why everything exists.

I love flowers for being flowers, directly.
And I love trees for being trees without my thought.

We all know the true beauty of people everywhere, because we have all looked into the eyes of children, and saw ourselves looking back.

Nature never remembers, that’s why she’s beautiful.

Water’s water and that’s why it’s beautiful.

Ugliness sees ugliness; beauty sees beauty.

Love can see the limitless beauty within self and within others.

Choosing beauty and love does not mean being uninformed or weak; it means you clearly see the ugliness, but choose love anyway.

You see, it is our pain that connects us to all of the most beautiful parts of life. Love is such a marvelous pain.

I was completely astonished by the beauty of nature. Our eyes see just a small fraction of the light in the world. It is a trick to make a colored world, which does not exist outside of human beings.

See as much as you can see, I guess. Rachel Carson said most of us go through life "unseeing." I do that some days...I think it's easier to see when you're a kid. We're not in a hurry to get anywhere and we don't have those long to-do lists you guys have.

If you Love all Life you observe, you will observe all Life will Love.

I consider a dream like I consider a shadow,” answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. “A shadow is real, but it’s less real than a rock. A dream is real - if it weren’t, it wouldn’t be a dream - but less real than a thing. That’s what being real is like.

He possesses the minimum sensibility necessary for his intelligence not to be merely mathematical, the minimum a human being needs so that it can be proven with a thermometer that he's not dead.

Night doesn’t fall for my eyes
But my idea of the night is that it falls for my eyes.
Beyond my thinking and having any thoughts
The night falls concretely
And the shining of stars exists like it had weight.

It’s an already inside outside,
The philosophers say it’s the soul
But it’s not the soul: it’s the animal or the man itself
In its way of existing.