He was a very young boy; quite a little child. His hair still hung in curls about his face, and his eyes were very bright; but their light was of Heaven, not earth.
She's got Greta Garbo's standoff sighs, she's got Bette Davis eyes.
If only we could pull out our brain and use only our eyes.
I was escaping from Nature and at last becoming myself, that Other whom I was aspiring to be in the eyes of others.
Now, the world is more than it seems to be. You know this, of course, because you read stories. You understand that there is the surface and then there are all the things that glimmer and shift underneath it. And you know that not everyone believes in those things, that there are people—a great many people—who believe the world cannot be any more than what they can see with their eyes. But we know better.
It took me a long time not to judge myself through someone else's eyes.
Oh eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears; Oh life, no life, but lively form of death; Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs.
Look into the windows of my soul. The eyes never lie, they bloodshot red.
He looked up at me with angelic eyes. "Doing what?" "You know what. You're luring me in. You know I can't resist-
Having one's eyes opened doesn't make one grateful.
But I always need to identify with a character to write about him or her - and by "identify," I mean see the world through that person's eyes and have a strong sense of the inner logic of their acts and decisions, wacky or wrongheaded though they might be. In that sense, I think there's some of me in all of them.
A picture without sky has no glory. This present, unless we see gleaming beyond it the eternal calm of the heavens, above the tossing tree tops with withering leaves, and the smoky chimneys, is a poor thing for our eyes to gaze at, or our hearts to love, or our hands to toil on.
Shut your eyes to the medical columns of the newspapers, and you will save yourself many forebodings and symptoms.
Open your eyes, I'm a BLESSING in disguise
It’s a woman saying something secretive, something in her eyes that’s almost animalistic
May your eyes be always open May your hearts overflow That which enchants will also protect --- May this you always know.
Our shortcomings are the eyes with which we see the ideal.
If you love them in the morning with their eyes full of crust; if you love them at night with their hair full of rollers, chances are, you're in love.
Charlie …" Silena’s eyes were a million miles away. "See Charlie.
What are you doing?" "What I've wanted to do for a long time. " She couldn't move, couldn't think. She was lost in his dark eyes, and as he slowly lowered his head toward hers, she whispered, "Are you going to throttle me, then?" He was laughing when he kissed her.