Top Eyes Quotes

Being depressed means you are trying to see a colorful world through gray filtered eyes

Just as mental toughness and physical energy are the primary traits of an army, they also mark God's beautiful woman.

Ask of your eyes to seeonly to seek love.Ask of your mouth to speakonly to utter words of love.Ask of your hands to feelif only to touch the lover.

She asked him, to name the monster that he is most afraid of always and looked into his eyes in silence. 'I see him every time whenever I stare into your eyes.' he replied.

Tears welled in his eyes. It was like watching chocolate melt.

The eyes of a nation (living godly) like this shall see the King of kings and the Lord of lords in all his beauty. Meaning salvation and redemption shall be readily available in abundance for the peop...

What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve about.

to be a poet meansto live with a permanent wound forever susceptibleto either the shade of the skyor someone's eyes.

There was something about those cold, cold eyes that set off sparks in her. Not just sparks. A timber fire. He found something deep inside her that had never been touched before and it ignited just fo...

One must always draw, draw with the eyes, when one cannot draw with a pencil.

Your sensitivity, your tenderness, your eyes make me pick up my pen and write, Mrignayni!

...did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange - and that they are lovely?...

His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.

I see myself through others eyes and I am made anew.

And I figured that he can be my ears and I can be his eyes. A good trade-off, don't you think?

We always protect our heads, our faces,' he commented as he followed a half-step behind and to her left. It's pure instinct; to shield the eyes. The irony is that the blind have no eyes to protect, an...

Would you dare to reach inside the vault of a feral heart?Glare into the keyhole, eyes bound with intrigue...is it real what we perceive? or does the absent colour leave you lost or decieved?

Injured SoulFainted EyesReturningfrom where?Weary feetWeak armsTreadingtoward where?Struggledin vain battlesFightingdelusive enemiesErred bya deceptionThe ancient deception

I still close my eyes and go home - I can always draw from that.

Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It's the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.