My questions did surprise some people. Others didn't bat an eye. That happens with all my books - I'll read them in a certain mood and think, "Gosh, what was I thinking that day? This is really kind of odd. " But on other days it seems totally normal to me.
Mamma," whispered Rannoch as he nestled by her side, "what is man?" Bracken looked into her calf's eyes. "Man? Man is something you must always fear. " "But why must I fear him?" asked Rannoch. "Because, my little one. . . man is cruel and cold. He eats up everything he touches. He enslaves Lera and breaks the laws of the forest. Because, Rannoch, he is the only creature that hunts without need.
Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
If you want music that speaks to you, that LISTENS to you, you have to go out of your way, which I enjoy actually. I'm constantly on a private-eye kick to find the totally obscure
The hour arrives, the moment wish'd and fear'd, The child is born by many a pang endear'd And now the mother's ear has caught his cry; O grant the cherub to her asking eye! He comes--she clasps him. To her bosom press'd He drinks the balm of life, and drops to rest.
The truth was, it was myself I couldn't trust, my eyes from betraying my heart.
The light of love, the purity of grace, The mind, the Music breathing from her face, The heart whose softness harmonised the whole — And, oh! that eye was in itself a Soul!
At the very last moment, Nature would force you to blink your eye. Nature will protect her own.
I watch a lot of interviews with Selena [Gomez] because she's been in the public eye for so long and she's dealt with a lot of critique that I believe is unwarranted, but maybe that's just me being a fangirl.
Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.
Woe is me, for I am ruined! Because I am a man of unclean lips, And I live among a people of unclean lips; For my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts.
When we can see the image of God where we don't want to see the image of God, then we see with eyes not our own.
He lifted the arm covering his eyes and turned his head to glare at her. "I knew you were trouble the first time I saw you. " "What do you mean, trouble?" She sat up, glaring back at him. "I am not trouble! I'm a very nice person except when I have to deal with jerks!" "You're the worst kind of trouble," he snapped. "You're marrying trouble.
A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books-- I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
Nothing comes back. The eye sees for a moment, the ear hears, but look, now it is gone.
But all that is warm will go cold. My ears will fall off and my eyes will melt. My mouth will be clamped shut. My lips will turn to glue. . . . No taste or smell or touch or sound. Nothing to look at. Total emptiness for ever.
Really? And what curse befalls the Adams of the world?" Ann opens her mouth and, presumably thinking of nothing to say, closes it again. It is Felicity who answers, eyes steely. "They are weak to temptation. And we are their temptresses.
I have seen an entire family lifted out of poverty and into affluence by the simple boon of a broken leg. I have had people come to me on crutches, with tears in their eyes, to bless this beneficient institution. In all my experiences of life, I have seen nothing so seraphic as the look that comes into a freshly mutilated man's face when he feels in his vest pocket with his remaining hand and finds his accident ticket all right.
Doughboy, we need to talk. ” Doughboy opened his wax eyes. “Finally! You realize how stuffy it is in there? At last you’ve remembered that you need my brilliant guidance. ” “Actually we need to become a coat.
As long as you still experience the stars as something "above you", you lack the eye of knowledge.
