Look upon the world with loving eyes and the reflection everyone sees will contain love.
The vampire's eyes were open, and he was staring at her intently. It was as though he were trying to speak to her with simply the power of a glare. Alexia did not speak glare-ish.
Are you telling me Kara Orris is afraid of rain?” Hunter’s grin twisted into a smirk as his eyes lit up, relishing his new discovery with absolute delight. “Why, that’s adorable!
She looked herself in the eyes and saw that there was nothing left. No sense. It must have gone through that hole in her chest along with everything else.
...his jaw tightening and his eyes closed on the tears. “I believe you. It’s okay because I understand and I believe you.
Sight is one of the most easily deceived senses. I could make a coin disappear and your eyes would believe it gone, even if it were merely up my sleeve.
At times everything grows misty and dark before my eyes, and I feel that the strength of my whole body is oozing away through my finger tips.
She looks like the type that might freak out. It's something in the eyes, Frannie. It says if you shoot my sacred cows, I'll shoot yours.
I had seen these transformations, people who had lost their will to live, coming back from their zombie states and radiating a new life force from their eyes.
No matter what ever happens in your life...always keep your eyes on the prize, It will help get you through every storm,
I was the silent and ever present figure in your life...but you.” I kissed the back of her hand softly and closed my eyes. "You've always been the meaning of mine.
When we sense something, it is due to the movement of atoms in space. When I see the moon it is because "moon atoms" penetrate my eye.
Tiny-perhaps." Rovender kept his eyes fixed on the rings. "Insignificant-never, Eva Nine. No living thing is insignificant.
With heightened senses it remained motionless and looked through bulbous eyes. It could taste fear in the air. Pheromones. Sweat. Food was near, but more importantly, so was its new home.
He's got to have the ability, and it seems to be fairly rare, to see things as they are and at the same time as they might have been. What we mean is the eye of an artist.
She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes.
It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peering, addressed the eye rather than the touch as yet.
I died on a bitter cold night. Beneath a black sky and a bruised winter moon, I tried to fly, hoping my arms might act as wings.
Mortals cannot perceive me with the physical eye whilst in my pure form unless it is of my choosing, for it would result in fatality, which leaves the question as to why you are an exception.
En el Tibet creemos que el único enemigo es el hombre a quien no conocemos; basta trabajar junto a un hombre, hablar con él y tratarlo para que deje de ser un enemigo.
Opinamos que el hombre fuerte puede permitirse el lujo de ser amable, mientras que el dócil e inseguro de sí mismo tiene que fanfarronear para darse un poco de seguridad.
