To an untrained eye, need and love were as easily mistaken for each other as the real master's painting and a forgery.
Let’s get you one, Anna.” “A lover?” Edith rolled her eyes. “No. A fucking houseplant. Yes, a lover.” Edith smirked. “It’ll cheer you up!
In his eyes I saw all the other possibilities. The dream-world possibilities. The fairytale possibilities. The seemingly impossible possibilities.
That nagging state of constant thought that exists somewhere between the ears and behind the eyes is the self.
Pride filled him. He'd put that soft look in her eye, the purr in her voice, and given her loose limbed ease.
My heartfelt appreciation goes out to Jan Zwicky, Don McKay, John Barton, Barry Dempster, Carolyn Forché and Elizabeth Philips for their masterful eyes and minds.
The modern state does not comprehend how anyone can be guided by something other than itself. In its eyes pluralism is treason.
Everything is, the way it is, for a reason. Or it isn't. Or neither. Or both. It's so hard to tell. It's so hard to tell you're a mile away by the Luke in your eye.
You decide. You be the judge. It says You are welcome regardless of severity. Severity is in the eye of the sufferer, it says. Pain is pain.
I closed my eyes during a flute solo, wishing I could wrap the silvery sound around me like armor.
It was as if when I looked into his eyes I was standing alone on the edge of the world...on a windswept ocean beach. There was nothing but the soft roar of the waves.
The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go soft to be seated on children's eyes.
God gives us not only the truth but also the ability to believe it; not only the new thing to see but also the new eye to see it with.
She looked into Kirsten's eyes and wondered how it is that a soldier fights and a savior suffers, but a woman, in lying down, rules everything.
Look into my eyes...' the Prince said. I have been calling you. The peace you seek you will find if you follow Me.
Sometimes you can see things happen right in front of your eyes and still jump to the wrong conclusions.
She was the most beautiful creature he’d ever laid eyes upon, and for a moment, he wished he could keep her.
In God's eyes, a man who teaches one truth and nothing else is more righteous than a man who teaches a million truths and one lie.
The reading eye must do the work to make them live, and so it did, again and again, never the same life twice, as the artist had intended.
Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye, And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.
one pain is cured by another. catch some new infection in your eye and the poison of the old one would die.
