Eyes which have lost their tears have lost their most beautiful, their most glorious treasure.
"Victoria?" she hissed. "Laurent?" I nodded, a teensy bit alarmed by the expression in her black eyes. I pointed at my chest. "Danger magnet, remember?"
Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, and clever.
His gold eyes grew very soft. “You said you loved me. ” “You knew that already,” I reminded him, ducking my head. “It was nice to hear, just the same. ” I hid my face against his shoulder. “I love you,” I whispered. “You are my life now,” he answered simply. There was nothing more to say for the moment. He rocked us back and forth as the room grew lighter.
Keep your head up, Legs closed, Eyes open.
He took one of my hands in his, and I brought the other to his face, wondering how his eyes could look like chipped ice and still warm me to my core.
The most romantic thing is to look someone straight in the eyes and say and mean, “I love you”, that's a lot. It's a really hard thing because you can never be certain of yourself, but at that particular moment, you feel like that. Its magic
With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes -- one of the tragedies of married life.
Well they are very frightening for me because their stupidity is so flat. You look into the eyes of a chicken and you lose yourself in a completely flat, frightening stupidity. They are like a great metaphor for me. . . I kind of love chicken, but they frighten me more than any other animal.
How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun. " Jem still had his eyes closed. "If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren't wrong.
Eisenhower had the clearest blue eyes. He would fix them on you. In my every interview with him, he would lock his eyes on to mine and keep them there.
His eyes were green chips of flame, and the growl was so thick it blurred the air around him, the sound of a very pissed off skinchanger.
I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag -- it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I said, 'Thanks for the card. ' Her smile put the sunflower to shame. She walked off.
Look in the mirror. The face that pins you with its double gaze reveals a chastening secret. You are looking into a predator's eyes. Most predators have eyes set right on the front of their heads, so they can use binocular vision to sight and track their prey. . . . Prey, on the other hand, have eyes at the sides of their heads, because what they really need is peripheral vision, so they can tell when something is sneaking up behind them. Something like us.
No more chances, Golden Eyes. You’re mine and I’ll draw blood to enforce my claim.
For, in the language of Heraclitus, the virtuous soul is pure and unmixed light, springing from the body as a flash of lightning darts from the cloud. But the soul that is carnal and immersed in sense, like a heavy and dank vapor, can with difficulty be kindled, and caused to raise its eyes heavenward.
Let us look ahead as little as possible, keeping our eyes on the world of beauty around us.
From birth to death man is a long sleep, sometimes dreaming with eyes closed, sometimes dreaming with eyes open, but dreaming all the same, all the time.
I believe that eyes are very important motifs. Thats something that can discern the peace and love.
Her eyes take on that suspicious, wounded look girls get when they know they've fallen off the top rung of friendship and someone else has passed them, but they don't know when or how the change took place.