Bravery is looking into her eyes without shivering and compromising.
We have two eyes... two hands... two legs... but we can focus on one!??!?Naah, lie double and triple... I can focus on 2 and do 3...
Love is when you daydream about the other with open eyes and fantasize about with other even with closed eyes.
I Couldn't Look Straight In HER Eyes As I Already Know SHE Can Read My Eyes Without Reading My Lips....
Alone, all alone in the world, sad and small like a nightingale serenading the infinite. How could a love so tender and sweet become the cross of my pain? No, no, I can't conceive I won't receive your...
Your eyes are an Ocean!
Romantic lovers require from each other at least the facade of reason: We desire to be what romantic love makes us appear in the other's eyes. We want to imagine we are deserving of the love we inspir...
Reading isn't good for a ballplayer. Not good for his eyes. If my eyes went bad even a little bit I couldn't hit home runs. So I gave up reading.
It is natural to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes to that siren until she allures us to our death.
Frankly, the reason I joined MENSA is because I was dating a guy at the time who spoke five languages and could solve a Rubik's Cube literally with his eyes closed because it's just an algorithm.
Design in art, is a recognition of the relation between various things, various elements in the creative flux. You can't invent a design. You recognize it, in the fourth dimension. That is, with your...
She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good.
When soldiers have been baptized in the fire of a battle-field, they have all one rank in my eyes.
I saw a man killed in front of my eyes just before my eighth birthday.
For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return.
The raccoons, foxes, beavers, chinchillas, minks, rabbits, and yes, sometimes even dogs and cats that are killed for fur are not very different from your beloved dog or cat. They all have eyes, ears a...
My favorite song? 'Amazing Grace.' Anybody singing it. But the best it'll ever be done is by the Scottish National Pipe band and their National Orchestra. It'll bring tears to your eyes.
And we have the same colour eyes. When I look into his, I feel I'm looking into myself.
Behind those happy eyes, you hide a mind that is terribly chaotic and that's what makes you, so beautiful.
So with curious eyes and sick surmiseWe watched him day by day,And wondered if each one of usWould end the self-same way,For none can tell to what red HellHis sightless soul may stray.