Finn, do you see the lias—whatever, the orange-haired girl?” Razo Gestured ahead. “Do you think she’s pretty?” Finn glanced Dasha’s way, then returned his attention ot his horse. “She’s all right. ” “Really? Just all right?” Finn shrugged. Razo rolled his eyes. “What am I saying? He doesn’t think any girl is pretty but Enna. ” “Are there any girls but Enna?” Finn called back. “There’d better be.
It all depends on you. If you want it to be different,it will be different. Don't look at the world with your eyes but with your heart.
I can’t tell by looking in your eyes whether you’re a priest or a crook.
Do people ever get over being shy? I think it’s with you for life-like the color of your eyes.
. . . but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes.
To see things for what they are is to see with the eyes of the vastness itself.
I think the one advantage to a failed - recovering, but a pretty broken - economy, and a lot of broken promises, is that we've pulled the veils from our eyes way earlier than most people do, and realize "Hey, you know what, maybe I should try do this thing that I really care about, and why not spend the time now during my best years to get into knitting, or coding, or swamp boat sailing. " And there's this resource called the Internet that's going to provide you with a stage and a library for all of those things.
Every real form is a world. And any plastic surface is more alive than a face from which stares a pair of eyes and a smile.
As his hands moved to his trousers, he saw that she was pulling the bedsheets over her. "Don't," he said, barely recognizing his own voice. Her eyes met his, and he said, "I'll be your blanket".
Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, and halfway closed there after.
Should we be mindful of dreams?" Joseph asked. "Can we interpret them?" The Master looked into his eyes and said tersely: "We should be mindful of everything, for we can interpret everything.
Do not tell me what I can and cannot do. I'll be as asian as I want to (Stretches his eyes in a racist manner).
Tatiana's eyes were huge and poison-green, eyes with enough pain in them to eat away at a world and devour a soul.
I have met the enemy, and it is the eyes of other people.
The day of the daredevil reporter who refuses to see obstacles to getting the truth, and seeing it with his or her own eyes, seems to have died.
Good. Or instead, what if I just told you that I love you?” Payton gazed into his eyes. “What would you say, J. D. Jameson, if I told you that?” J. D. smiled. He touched his forehead to Payton’s, closed his eyes, and answered her with one word. “Finally.
As my doctor said, eventually your eyes do start to give out on you if you're not taking care of them.
It is easy to forget how much you have, when your eyes are always fixed on what you have not.
Open your eyes, soldier,” Tatiana said fondly, caressing his face. “Are you hungry?” “I was hungry,” Alexander said. “But you fed me. ” His body was shaking underneath his sheet.
Love said, "Wake still and think of me," Sleep, "Close your eyes till break of day," But Dreams came by and smilingly Gave both to Love and Sleep their way.