When you read between the lines, you must have bloody good eyesight because I can't see a bloody thing!

If I save my insight, I don’t attend to weakness of eyesight.

The eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.

How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.

A person’s words reflect the image of his character and the amount of truth and lies in it is always visible to the human heart than ordinary eyes.

His eyesight was possessed by the colours of trauma, cracking and bubbling like an old Super Eight film to remind him of his near-death drowning some two months ago in that very moment when he needed to act.

As utterly irrational as it might seem, the greed within me has the most limited vision I can possibly imagine as it has eyes only for the few things it doesn’t have, and it is completely blind to all the many remarkable things that it does.

Love is blind. Especially in the morning, because I can't see a damn thing before having coffee.

If you had weak eyes, they needed exercise to get strong. Glasses were like crutches. They prevented people with feeble eyes from seeing the world on their own.

Visionaries see beyond the boundaries of an eyesight.