The State has but one face for me: that of the police. To my eyes, all of the State's ministries have this single face, and I cannot imagine the ministry of culture other than as the police of culture, with its prefect and commissioners.
I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.
Is that all?" she whispered. Gansey closed his eyes. "That's all there is.
Inspiration is everywhere! I think you just have to have your eyes open.
The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.
You have to be really comfortable with yourself because people are going to tell you that you're eyes are too brown or you're this or you're that. And if you're not comfortable with yourself, you could get pretty freaked out.
The eyes are hungry but often satiated before they see.
Directly down the lawn and accross the Ellipse from the White House are those ordered, classic lines of the Jefferson Memorial and the eyes of the 19-foot statue that gaze directly into the White House, a reminder to any of us who might occupy that mansion of the quality of mind and generosity of heart that once abided there and has been so rarely seen there again.
There are moments in your life when you see yourself through someone else’s eyes, when your only hope of believing you’re capable of doing something is because someone else believes it for you.
The place didn't look the same but it felt the same; sensations clutched and transformed me. I stood outside some concrete and plate-glass tower-block, picked a handful of eucalyptus leaves from a branch, crushed them in my hand, smelt, and tears came to my eyes. Sixty-seven-year-old Claudia, on a pavement awash with packaged American matrons, crying not in grief but in wonder that nothing is ever lost, that everything can be retrieved, that a lifetime is not linear but instant. That, inside the head, everything happens at once.
Who can blind lover's eyes?
If you do not raise your eyes you will think that you are the highest point.
If your eyes were open to all the beauty in the world, you would be overwhelmed with joy.
Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; Oh life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.
Those deep hazel eyes held his and didn't blink. "You'd be amazed what I would do to keep you alive. " Abruptly, V's mouth opened, his breath growing tight. And as the two of them stood chest-to-chest, he knew every inch of his body, felt it all at once.
First trust your eyes. . . then check by rules. Many times something else is happening, and the rules will not apply.
They who have put out the people's eyes reproach them of their blindness.
How is it that I became a conservative from being a liberal? It's because I witnessed how liberals behaved to a conservative. They treated him poorly. Had I not seen that, I wouldn't have opened my eyes.
The eyes envy the mind.
Rather than someone that i can't take my eyes off, I want to find someone that I can't take my heart off