I was born with these eyes. I was born for this life.
What is the purpose of life?. . . To be the eyes and ears and conscience of the Creator of the Universe, you fool!
The stars fell one by one into his eyes and burnt.
You can tell a lot from someone's eyes.
I close my eyes, thinking that there is nothing like an embrace after an absence, nothing like fitting my face into the curve of his shoulder and filling my lungs with the scent of him.
There is nothing so inspiring to a woman as seeing love in a man's eyes when he looks at her.
My latest tendency is to collapse about 11:00 and with the tears flowing from my eyes or the gin rising to their level and leaking over, and tell interested friends or acquaintances that I haven't a friend in the world and likewise care for nobody.
Somewhere in the ocean, a shark was missing its cold eyes because this man had them.
Faith hasn't got no eyes, but she's long-legged.
It is never safe to look into the future with eyes of fear.
I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and the dragons of home under one's skin, at the extreme corners of one's eyes and possibly in the gristle of the earlobe.
All the eyes of God are looking through all the stars, or looking at the stars through our eyes. There's only the eye of God everywhere, seeing and being in perfection always.
The eyes of a man are of no use without the observing power. Telescopes and microscopes are cunning contrivances, but they cannot see of themselves.
Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.
Eyes raised toward heaven are always beautiful, whatever they be.
I believe it is possible to tell what sign some people were born under by watching their eyes, watching how they walk, how they talk.
Quotology disdains no quotations whatsoever, a duty it bears stoutly, with bloodshot eyes and sagging shelves.
To shut your eyes is to travel.
Guns have no eyes, no friends. You never know if they'll protect your life or take it.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.