But it would be like going to Heaven and not finding any of your friends there. Her life would go all beatific and empty in the eyes.
Now Robby…he’s who you should be with,” she said, as if on cue with my thoughts. I tried not to roll my eyes.
The medicine is in the eye of the beholder and right now you be-holding a big ass glass of it. So, shut up and drink your whiskey.
You are the everything that my anything is built on. You have been since the moment I laid eyes on you. - Evan to Maggie
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
Moments have fallen from your eyes, like tears written in the wind. There, on the river of knowledge, where you live from your memories.
Harley's eyes widened in horror, and a low moan of fear escaped his mouth. The back alley was filled with a vision from Hell.
I see it in your eyes as I see it in hers. Remember, there is always light where there is love and if that is what is meant to happen between the two of you, then it was destined.
She looked at me with those empty eyes, and I thought, I'm going to make sure I fill them up with something.
The bent head, the averted eye, the faltering voice, the wincing figure- these, and not the unshrinking gaze and frank reply, are the true signals of passion.
Eyes can only capture objects that already seen in mind. And mind can only see things that already written in heart.
In the future, eyeglasses see all directions simultaneously. To be able to use hemiscope, eyes and brain need to practice.
Eyes can't sense a smell of rain before it drops. Mind can't see event of future before it happens.
Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses.
[S]he stood for some moments gazing at the sisters, with affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other.
I had never seen eyes like his. Dark green. Smoldering. Ready to undress a woman with a single glance.
People trust their eyes above all else - but most people see what they wish to see, or what they believe they should see; not what is really there
I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin i want to savor, at the color in his eyes i'd use to paint a million pictures.
The whole present moment was a celebration; it always had been; all I needed was fresh eyes to see it.
That was so Resident Evil,” Luke said, his eyes wide. “Awesome” I cracked a grin, a little breathless. “It was kind of Alice awesome, wasn’t it?
For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!
