The Eye Quotes

Sydney Wells: I'm not seeing ghost images. I see...

Dr. Paul Faulkner: What? Dead people?

Sydney Wells: There have been cases of transplant recipients who've actually shown characteristics of the donor.

Dr. Paul Faulkner: Right, that's cellular memory.

Sydney Wells: Yeah. There was a liver transplantation in Kentucky last year. She almost immediately felt the urge to take up smoking and she hadn't her entire life.

Dr. Paul Faulkner: The donor was a chain smoker?

Sydney Wells: Down to the same brand. And a few years ago, this little girl helped the police solve the murder of the person she got her heart from, she kept having visions of the crime. There's some kind of a chemical, it's uh...

Dr. Paul Faulkner: Peptides, that's how the mind and body communicate.

Sydney Wells: So it's not too big a leap to suggest that memories can also be accessed from these organs too.

[first lines]

Teen on Skateboard: Oh, shit. Thanks. I didn't see that.

Sydney Wells: Neither did I.

Sydney Wells: [voice-over while Sydney walks in the street and settles in a café] People say seeing is believing, but for me, that's not entirely true. I lost my sight when I was five years old. Those memories of what I have seen have faded so much that I doubt I'd even recognize myself anymore. Now I see using my other senses. I can smell the rain before it drops, but I can't watch it fall. I can feel the sun on my face, but I can't see it rise or set. I want to see the world like everyone else, to see the sun, the rain, the music. Oh I bet music looks beautiful.

[last lines]

Sydney Wells: [voice-over while Sydney is playing the violin] Some say seeing is believing. Now I know what they mean. Ana Christina tried to prevent death, but she ultimately powerless to stop it. Ana and I share both a blessing and a curse. I know now I don't need eyes to see what truly matters. The gift of Ana's sight made me see what I was afraid to. To use that vision to not only save myself and others but to give Ana the peace she never found in life.

Mrs. Cheung: He's here, isn't he? My Tomi?

Helen Wells: What was that about? Who's Tomi?

Sydney Wells: Her son.

Helen Wells: Where was he?

Sydney Wells: He's dead.

Sydney Wells: See, I have a connection with your daughter.

Rosa Martinez: Dios mio. You have her eyes.

Dr. Paul Faulkner: You already filter information from sound, smell, and touch. But now you're gonna be assaulted by a million things you never even knew existed. It's a whole new level of confusion. Do I look here or here? Is that bright thing important? Or this dark one moving toward me, away from me? Dangerous or not? As long as your eyes are open, there are just too many distractions. I mean, how do you concentrate? I'm talking to you and you're looking at that woman, and you're thinking, "Is she gonna eat that?" That's a pineapple by the way. You cut it open...

Sydney Wells: I like pineapple.

Dr. Paul Faulkner: [chuckles] Sorry. Anyway, because you can see, people are going to expect you to be able to do things that you can't do. Read signs, recognize body language, people's gestures, facial expressions, or just get out of their way. Your eyes will want to dominate how you perceive the world, but you can't fully trust them. Not yet.

Sydney Wells: You know, when we first met, I didn't think you were such as ass.

Dr. Paul Faulkner: [chuckles] That's because you didn't know how to spot one. See? Progress.