Ray Bradbury Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• Stuff your eyes with wonder, live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

  Ray Bradbury

  Inspirational, Life, Dream

  Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.76, Hamilton Books

• ...if you are writing without zest, without gusto, without love, without fun, you are only half a writer. It means you are so busy keeping one eye on the commercial market, or one ear peeled for the avant-garde coterie, that you are not being yourself. You don't even know yourself. For the first thing a writer should be is-- excited. He should be a thing of fevers and enthusiasms.

  Ray Bradbury

  Being Yourself, Fun, Eye

  Ray Bradbury (2015). “Zen in the Art of Writing”, p.12, HarperCollins UK

• For these beings, fall is ever the normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eye? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. Such are the autumn people.

  Ray Bradbury

  Stars, Fall, Eye

  "Something Wicked This Way Comes". Book by Ray Bradbury. Chapter 38, 1962.

• There is more than one way to burn a book. And the world is full of people running about with lit matches. Every minority, be it Baptist/Unitarian, Irish/Italian/Octogenarian/Zen Buddhist, Zionist/Seventh-day Adventist, Women's Lib/Republican, Mattachine/FourSquareGospel feels it has the will, the right, the duty to douse the kerosene, light the fuse. Every dimwit editor who sees himself as the source of all dreary blanc-mange plain porridge unleavened literature, licks his guillotine and eyes the neck of any author who dares to speak above a whisper or write above a nursery rhyme.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Buddhist, Book

  Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.209, Simon and Schuster

• Since everything is but an apparition, having nothing to do with good or bad, acceptance or rejection, one may well burst out in laughter. Longchenpa Let's stuff our eyes with wonder, let's live as if we'd drop dead in ten seconds. Let's see the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

  Ray Bradbury

  Dream, Rest In Peace, Laughter

• I did what most writers do at their beginnings: emulated my elders, imitated my peers, thus turning away from any possibility of discovering truths beneath my skin and behind my eye.

  Ray Bradbury

  Writing, Eye, Skins

  Ray Bradbury (2013). “The Martian Chronicles”, p.4, Harper Collins

• Miraculously, smoke curled out of his own mouth, his nose, his ears, his eyes, as if his soul had been extinguished within his lungs at the very moment the sweet pumpkin gave up its incensed ghost.

  Ray Bradbury

  Sweet, Eye, Soul

  Ray Bradbury (2015). “The Halloween Tree”, p.126, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• Stuff your eyes with wonder.

  Ray Bradbury

  Life, Travel, Adventure

  Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.76, Hamilton Books

• Like every beginner, I have thought you could beat, pummel and thrash an idea into existence. Under such treatment, of course, any decent idea folds up its paws, turns on its back, fixes its eyes on eternity, and dies.

  Ray Bradbury

  Eye, Ideas, Beginners

  Ray Bradbury (1988). “Dandelion Wine”, p.3, Dramatic Publishing

• The sun rose yellow as a lemon.The sky was round and blue.The birds looped clear water songs in the air.Will and Jim leaned from their windows.Nothing had changed.Except the look in Jim's eyes.Last night. . . said Will. Did or didn't it happen?

  Ray Bradbury

  Song, Eye, Night

  Ray Bradbury (1962). “Something wicked this way comes: a novel”, Bantam

• Today we haved touched Mars. There is life on Mars, and it us us-extensions of our eyes in all directions, extensions of our mind, extensions of our heart and soul have touched Mars today. That's the message to look for there: We are on Mars. We are the Martians!

  Ray Bradbury

  Heart, Eye, Soul

• There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.

  Ray Bradbury

  Beautiful, Summer, Eye

• Why love the woman who is your wife? Her nose breathes in the air of a world that I know; therefore I love that nose. Her ears hear music I might sing half the night through; therefore I love her ears. Her eyes delight in seasons of the land; and so I love those eyes. Her tongue knows quince, peach, chokeberry, mint and lime; I love to hear it speaking. Because her flesh knows heat, cold, affliction, I know fire, snow, and pain. Shared and once again shared experience.

  Ray Bradbury

  Pain, Eye, Night

  Ray Bradbury (2017). “Something Wicked This Way Comes: A Novel”, p.180, Simon and Schuster

• Way out in the country tonight he could smell the pumpkins ripening toward the knife and the triangle eye and the singeing candle.

  Ray Bradbury

  Country, Eye, Knives

• The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass everything, stared back at him.

  Ray Bradbury

  Eye, Irises, World

  Ray Bradbury (2012). “Dandelion Wine”, p.12, HarperCollins UK

• Grandfather's been dead all these years, but if you lifted my skull, by God, in the convolutions of my brain you'd find the big ridges of his thumbprint. He touched me. As I said earlier, he was a sculptor. 'I hate a Roman named Status Quo!' he said to me. 'Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

  Ray Bradbury

  Dream, Hate, Eye

  Ray Bradbury (2012). “Fahrenheit 451: A Novel”, p.150, Simon and Schuster

• They crashed the front door and grabbed at a woman, though she was not running, she was not trying to escape. She was only standing, weaving from side to side, her eyes fixed upon a nothingness in the wall as if they had struck her a terrible blow upon the head. Her tongue was moving in her mouth, and her eyes seemed to be trying to remember something, and then they remembered and her tongue moved again: "Play the man, Master Ridley; we shall this day light such a candle, by God's grace, in England, as I trust shall never be put out.

  Ray Bradbury

  Running, Wall, Moving

  Ray Bradbury (2016). “Fahrenheit 451”, p.17, Hamilton Books

• There where hundreds of graves. There where hundreds of women. There were hundreds of daughters. There were hundreds of sons. And hundreds upon hundreds upon thousands of candles. The whole graveyard was one swarm of candleshine as if a population of fireflies had heard of a Grand Conglomeration and had flown here to settle in and flame upon the stones and light the brown faces and the dark eyes and the black hair.

  Ray Bradbury

  Daughter, Eye, Son

  Ray Bradbury (2015). “The Halloween Tree”, p.100, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• Poetry expands the senses and keeps them in prime condition. It keeps you aware of your nose, your eye, your ear, your tongue, your hand.

  Ray Bradbury

  Eye, Hands, Noses

• We travel, initially, to lose ourselves, and we travel, next, to find ourselves. We travel to open our hearts and eyes. And we travel, in essence, to become young fools again—to slow time down and get taken in, and fall in love once more.

  Ray Bradbury

  Falling In Love, Travel, Taken

• The jungle looked back at them with a vastness, a breathing moss-and-leaf silence, with a billion diamond and emerald insect eyes.

  Ray Bradbury

  Eye, Breathing, Silence

  Ray Bradbury (2013). “Bradbury Stories: 100 of His Most Celebrated Tales”, p.34, Harper Collins

• Night had come on like the closing of a great but gentle eye.

  Ray Bradbury

  Eye, Night, Gentle

  "R Is for Rocket". Book by Ray Bradbury, 1962.

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