Under the deluge of minute-to-minute text conversations, emails, relentless exchange of media channels and passwords and apps and reminders and tweets and tags, we lose sight of what all this fuss is supposed to be about in the first place: ourselves.
One time, I was given an essay topic: to describe a perfect horse, whom the mere sight of the rider's whip would make obedient. I depicted this perfect horse throwing his rider at the sight of the whip.
I have long since passed that period when I felt personal discomfort at the sight of an ill-dressed or illiterate Negro. Social awareness has taught me where to lay the blame.
It is proper to take photographs or other kinds of pictures of persons to put them before us for sight or remembrance. But it is improper to make pictures and images of God and to take his likenesses therefrom to his great distortion.
The world is quickly bored by the recital of misfortune, and willing avoids the sight of distress.
I have been the beneficiary of donations in the form of human tissue and of a cornea which gave me sight when otherwise I would have none.
The sight of a drunkard is a better sermon against that vice than the best that was ever preached on that subject.
It would be rather naive to imagine that Oprah doesn't have an Earth Evacuation Plan. You know Richard Branson does - his is in plain sight.
The soul of man is one of those subtle and evanescent substances that, as long as they remain still, the organ of sight does not remark; it must become agitated to become visible.
I'm like a sight gag.
The rush of a herd of bellowing yaks at a wild gallop, waving their huge tails, is a grand sight.
Never let the horns and woodwinds out of your sight; if you can hear them at all, they are too loud.
Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.
I only hope that we don't lose sight of one thing - that it was all started by a mouse.
A man willing to work, and unable to find work, is perhaps the saddest sight that fortune's inequality exhibits under this sun.
I have seen three emperors in their nakedness, and the sight was not inspiring.
A laborer no longer makes whole articles. He receives raw materials, puts his touch on them, and passes them to another worker in the series. When the articles are quite finished they are carried out of sight by currents of commercial exchange. These currents are untraceable.
Lepers were a common sight all over India and in every part of Calcutta, but extending help beyond dropping a coin or two into their rag-wrapped stumps was not. As a child I was convinced even touching a spot a leper had rubbed against would lead to infection.
For me and my wife, it was love at first sight.
I believe in love at first sight for houses - but not for people.
