There is less in this than meets the eye.
There's a TV element to everything in my eyes.
Imagination is the eye of the soul.
I often shoot with scissors in my eyes.
I have a jaundiced eye but a young mind.
The eye condition that I have is Marfan's Syndrome.
There is beauty in life.
Beauty is a word that fades with wrinkles
Beauty is the promise of happiness.
Beauty of expression is so akin to the voice of the sea.
Beauty is not just physical.
Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.
There is beauty when something works and it works intuitively.
Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.
Paris is beautiful, but nothing beats home.
The good is the beautiful.
Love is a beautiful feeling.
Through pain and growth, I have come to appreciate -no, more than that-I've come to love my fence, even though it may be different than the neighbors'. The concept of perfection is not flawless or ripped from a magazine. It's happiness. Happiness wit...
She was breathtaking in her beauty and her human spirit, he thought, unable to speak as he gazed upon her. Hers was the sort that would not fade or grow jaded with time and years, but flourish, grow more radiant with life and its experience. Hers was...
I consider telling my brother, asking him for help. But tell him what exactly? I have no black eyes, no bloody noses to report: Cordelia does nothing physical. If it was boys, chasing or teasing, he would know what to do, but I don’t suffer from bo...
But for most of the world- for most of Vermont- the Cape Abenaki meltdown is just another bit of old news. Tsunamis. School shootings. Syria. We watch it, we read about it, and then we move on. As a species, we're either very resilient or super callo...
