As selfishness and complaint pervert the mind, so love with its joy clears and sharpens the vision.
I spot detail quickly.
When you meet the man [Brassai] you see at once that he is equipped with no ordinary eyes. And the sharpness of vision and depth of insight are revealed in Brassai's lifelong photographic exploration of Paris - its people, places, and things.
I think cancer came into my life as a gift. My vision is sharper, my mind clearer, my perspective realigned.
How can you say that love is blind? Keener than a young eagle's is its sight.
What she hadn't realized was that sometimes when your vision was that sharp and true, it could cut you. That only if you'd felt such fullness could you really understand the ache of being empty.
Eyesight for an eagle is what thought is to a man.
My grandmother is over eighty and still doesn't need glasses. Drinks right out of the bottle.
