Pronaci cemo se.Onda kada i vreme zaboravi na nas.Pronaci ces me negde u sebi,tu gde se krijes iza laznih i prolaznih ociju.
Your sensitivity, your tenderness, your eyes make me pick up my pen and write, Mrignayni!
To look in the eyes of the one you live with & see true love is indeed the purest of pleasures
Your eyes make me pick up my pen and write.
Look into my eyes,they will tell you how much I love you.
Emily looked into his eyes. They were blank, unreadable. That was the worst kind of person, the scariest—the one who’d learned to keep his feelings out of his eyes. Or who didn’t feel anything at all....