I understood that Valek’s loyalty to the Commander was without question. His blue eyes held a fierce determination and I knew in my soul that Valek would take his own life after he had taken mine.
Her eyes held an endless kind of love for him.
He made a weak attempt to look innocent, but I knew better. "Should I guess how many concealed weapons you have or should I strip search you?" "A strip search is the only way to be absolutely certain. " Valek's deep blue eyes danced with delight.
She threw up her hands. "All right. Why not?" Why not?" Sure. " His arms fell to his sides. "That's it? I pour my heart out. I love you so much I've got freakin' tears in my eyes. And all I get in return is 'Why not'?" What did you expect? Am I supposed to fall all over you just because you've finally come to your senses?" Would it be too much to ask?". . . He'd begun to glare at her again, his eyes growing stormier by the minute. "When do you think you might be ready? To fall all over me, that is.
I thought it was supposed to be impossible to sneak up on you. Eyes of a hawk and ears of a wolf and all.
It took me a long time not to judge myself through someone else's eyes.
I know a 'crime against nature' when I see one. It is usually a sign of crimes against nature that we cannot bear to see them at all, that we recoil and hide our eyes, and no one has ever cringed at the sight of a soybean factory. I also know phony arguments when I hear them--unbridled appetite passing itself off as altruism, and human arrogance in the guise of solemn 'duty. ' We must, as C. S. Lewis advises, 'reject with detestation that covert propoganda for cruelty which tries to drive mercy out of the world by calling it names such as 'Humanitarianism' and 'Sentimentality.
The glory of my name increases my shame. Less known by mortals, I could better escape their eyes.
Sometimes the things we have to do are objectionable in the eyes of others.
He pulled away, but his eyes held my eyes like hands.
No! No! Never acknowledge the limitations of man. Smash all boundaries! Deny whatever your eyes see. Die every moment, but say: Death does not exist. '
The birds are the eyes of heaven, and the flies are the spies of hell.
Joy is a mystery because it can happen anywhere, anytime, even under the most unpromising circumstances, even in the midst of suffering, with tears in its eyes.
You're not listening with your eyes.
My chief desire in all my writings, is to exalt the Lord Jesus Christ and make Him beautiful and glorious in the eyes of people; and to promote the increase of repentance, faith, and holiness upon earth.
