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eye home dark
Bleak, dark, and piercing cold, it was a night for the well-housed and fed to draw round the bright fire, and thank God they were at home; and for the homeless starving wretch to lay him down and die. Many hunger-worn outcasts close their eyes in our bare streets at such times, who, let their crimes have been what they may, can hardly open them in a more bitter world. Charles Dickens
eye numbers envy
As the rays of the sun, notwithstanding their velocity, injure not the eye, by reason of their minuteness, so the attacks of envy, notwithstanding their number, ought not to wound our virtue by reason of their insignificance. Charles Caleb Colton
eye sight sore-eyes
the sight of me is good for sore eyes
eye men thinking
I am no more annoyed when I think of the expression, than I should be annoyed by a man's opinion of a picture of mine, who had no eye for pictures; or of a piece of music of mine, who had no ear for music.
eye hands evil
But the sun itself, however beneficent, generally, was less kind to Coketown than hard frost, and rarely looked intently into any of its closer regions without engendering more death than life. So does the eye of Heaven itself become an evil eye, when incapable or sordid hands are interposed between it and the thing it looks upon to bless.
eye hypocrisy shining
[S]he stood for some moments gazing at the sisters, with affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other.
eye mad black
An unfinished coffin on black tressels, which stood in the middle of the shop, looked so gloomy and death-like that a cold tremble came over him, every time his eyes wandered in the direction of the dismal object: from which he almost expected to see some frightful form slowly rear its head, to drive him mad with terror.
eye light skins
With throbbing veins and burning skin, eyes wild and heavy, thoughts hurried and disordered, he felt as though the light were a reproach, and shrunk involuntarily from the day as if he were some foul and hideous thing.
eye thoughtful great-expectations
She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good.
design soul secrecy
Secrecy is the soul of all great designs.
design soul enemy
Secrecy is the soul of all great designs. Perhaps more has been effected by concealing our own intentions than by discovering those of our enemy.
design paper answers
Just how do I design if not with prototyping? An excellent question. The short answer is 'on paper.' Alan Cooper
design products
Define what the product will do before you design how the product will do it.
design simplicity lasts
Design principle: Take things away until the design breaks, then put that last thing back in.
design want helpful
If we want users to like our software we should design it to behave like a likeable person: respectful, generous and helpful.
design purpose littles
Everything God does has purpose and intention behind that design. It is a master design, and every little thing has its proper place and function. Aiden Wilson Tozer
design hitchhiking lasts
When is the last time you saw a Lamborghini sale? Chris Campbell
design planning form
Design is, literally, purposeful planning. Graphic Design, then, is the form those plans will take. Chip Kidd
stories wonderful marley
Marley was dead, to begin with ... This must be distintly understood, or nothing wonderful can come of the story I am going to relate.
stories ends middle
The point about a great story is that it's got a beginning, a middle and end. Alan Rickman
stories needs thanks
It is an ancient need to be told stories. But the story needs a great storyteller. Thanks for all of it, Jo.
stories left
I like it when stories are left open.
stories imaginary
This is an IMAGINARY STORY...aren't they all? Alan Moore
stories
Everybody has their story to tell.
stories storytelling process
I really love storytelling, and I love the stories as they reveal themselves. It's an incredibly nourishing process; it's probably the closest I come to having a religion. Alan Ball
stories
Our stories are the tellers of us. Chris Cleave
stories
We cannot choose where to start and stop. Our stories are the tellers of us.