I'm a sensitive guy; I respond to things that make my eyes well up a little bit, or make me root for people. I find the human condition interesting.
Keep your eyes on Christ, not the circumstances you find yourself in or the feelings you are experiencing.
I got older - 16, 17 - I was like, "I want to do my own thing. " I wasn't seeing eye to eye with my parents. It wasn't what they wanted for me.
As social beings we live with our eyes upon our reflection, but have no assurance of the tranquillity of the waters in which we see it.
She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. from "The Lady of the Haunted House
Go to the meadows, go to the garden, go to the woods. Open your eyes!
Husband, we talked about this," Persephone chided. "You can't go around incinerating every hero. Besides, he's brave. I like that. " Hades rolled his eyes. "You liked that Orpheus fellow too. Look how well that turned out.
A lot of people say Jerry Lee Lewis done wrong, but that has yet to be proven in the eyes of God.
His attitude had always been that if a woman clearly indicated that she did not want anything more to do with him, he would go on his way. Not respecting such a message would in his eyes, show a lack of respect for her.
The eye that directs a needle in the delicate meshes of embroidery will equally well bisect a star with the spiderweb of the micrometer.
The most difficult thing is what is thought to be the simplest; to really see the things which are before your eyes.
Payton grinned. “You must be Chase. ” As she extended her hand in introduction, she took the opportunity to give him a more thorough once-over. He had dark wavy hair and warm brown eyes. Very Pat-rick DempseyMcDreamy-esque. Good build, not terribly tall, maybe only five-ten-ish, but since Payton measured in at exactly five-three and one-third inch, she could work with this
His eyes drifted leisurely back up to my face and he smiled at me appreciatively, "Kelsey, when a man spends time with a beautiful woman, he needs to pace himself. I quirked my eyebrow at him and laughed. "Yeah, I'm a regular marathon alright. " He kissed my fingers. "Exactly. A wise man never sprints. . . in a marathon.
I thought a bit of poetry might be interesting - I even write a few lines myself. I composed a short poem for my mum's 70th birthday recently. When I recited it I saw the glint of a tear in her eye. . . although I guess it wasn't the quality of the poetry was that making her cry!
In sitcoms, the women are so beautiful, understanding and well-bred. They have humor, but sort of display it with a twinkle of the eye and not a guffaw. But there's no juice in that for me.
When we speak of God or achieving union with God, we are often merely trying to put that great thing into a small container. One cannot drive a camel through the eye of a needle.
A false mind is false in everything, just as a cross eye always looks askant. But one may err once, nay, a hundred times, without being double-minded. There can never be mental duplicity where there is sincerity.
We become like what we focus upon. Fix your eyes upon Christ and be conformed into His image.
Before we can change anything in our life, we have to recognize that this is the way it is meant to be right now. For me, acceptance has become what I call the long sigh of the soul. It's the closed eyes in prayer, perhaps even the quiet tears. It's "all right," as in "All right, You lead, I'll follow. " And it's "all right" as in "Everything is going to turn out all right. " This is simply part of the journey.
Firepaw held the menacing amber gaze for few moments. Warrior and apprentice, for a heartbeat their eyes were locked as enemies.
