I want to have the eyes of an adult to see the world as it is, but I more desperately want to have the heart of a child to make certain that I never forget what it could be.
You are the ocean to my eyes.
One must always draw, draw with the eyes, when one cannot draw with a pencil.
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...
Anyone who has ever looked into the glazed eyes of a soldier dying on the battlefield will think hard before starting a war.
Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
Shy people are my favorites. The unmistakable glint of shyness in someone's eyes can mesmerize me for years!
When life gives you lemons, squirt someone in the eye.
Or was that fatalism another good move in design space? Did the universe evolve eyes and wings and sense organs and bitter amusement at the prospect of death all the same way?
For there was nothing in his eyes but the black night and the cold stars.
Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone's finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if prolonged past a second, a perilous affair...
The moment you realize your eyes hurt not because of rubbing them, but because of the tears you wasted, on him.
When pain brings you down, don't be silly, don't close your eyes and cry, you just might be in the best position to see the sun shine.
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.
You can never heal completely. The scars will always stay behind, just to remind how cruel the time was once to you. But someday, you will learn to see beauty in the world that gave you these scars. A...
Sometimes in the quest of searching the stars in others eyes, we fall into the never ending pit of darkness.
The eyes of the Armenians speak long before the lips move and long after they cease to.
Every touch of you on my skin has burnt and etched your name on my soul. Whenever I close my eyes and try to feel myself, all I can hear is constant echoes of your name in my head, and all I can feel...
Men trust their ears less than their eyes.
The holy eye is the one who is able to see the extraordinary beauties of the ordinary days!