Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but i feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
Dream Song: As my eyes Search the prairie, I feel the summer in the spring. Whenever I pause The noise Of the village.
I was fifteen then, too young to fall in-love. Or maybe it is only then, with dew of childhood still in my eyes, that I was capable of such love. I will never know, of course.
Oh gids," I muttered, remembering where I'd heard this before. "Wasn't that a season finale on Supernatural?" When the boys nodded, my eyes rolled. "Seriously? Are Sam and Dean going to be there?
That girl's heart is bigger than Texas." Her eyes narrowed. "And it's as tender as a baby's butt. You take care with it, you hear?
Well done, Darren!” Master Byron was full of praise for the prince. “What did you use to cast it?” Darren’s eyes found mine. “Something I don’t regret.
It's just a feeling I have. What you see with your eyes is not necessarily real. My enemy is, among other things, the me inside me.
That which you manifest is before you. The visible becomes inevitable. Your car goes where your eyes go.
it'll be this kind of deep blue”she said. “The kind of color that somehow sucks your eyes and your ears and all your words —the color of a completely closed-in night
Och, my potion is boiling. I need to say good night and keep an eye on the pot. Ye canna overboil newt's eyeballs.
...because I'm even more determined to bring that light back to his eyes. And I know my love is strong enough to do it.
Fatigue is here, in my body, in my legs and eyes. That is what gets you in the end. Faith is only a word, embroidered.
The rights of man are poor things beside the eyes of hungry children. Their hurts are keener than the soreness of injustice.
In Paris they just simply opened their eyes and stared when we spoke to them in French! We never did succeed in making those idiots understand their own language.
No - the light in Tamani's eyes was much more than a reflection. It was the fire that melted her anger and devestated her resolve, every single time she saw it.
Crying defies scientific explanation. Tears are only meant to lubricate the eyes. There is no real reason for tear glands to overproduce tears at the behest of emotion.
My mother was teaching me that the inside of something was not necessarily its outside. Always look carefully, she told me. Look with more than your eyes.
The greatest happiness is when the eye discovers beauty where neither then mind conceived of nor the hand intended any.
Before she knew it, she was just another set of eyes in a dusty attic, waiting for the stairs to creak.
A struggle is a preparation for what is yet to come. -Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes
