She looked up into Wharick's ethereal face, her eyes drifting across his features. Close your mouth, Keirah. Her brain finally caught up with her face's reaction.
The night of my accident, when I opened my eyes and you were there? Seeing you again, Rebecca...It was like someone let the air back into the room.
He could look into your eyes and without saying a word assure you that you were the most fascinating woman in the world and call you beautiful in six languages.
And then his noise falls completely silent- And he stops struggling- And looking right into my eyes- He dies. My Todd dies.
I must forget you forever; that kind face, beautiful smile and heartbreaking black eyes, I should have known that, angels are not made for humans.
He’d stared into her eyes, dark with confusion and unwilling passion, and for one stark, horrible instant, he’d wished to be that different man. He’d wished to be worthy of her.
A wise man governs his eyes, not because it is wrong to delight in beauty, but because otherwise his delight may suffer transmutation into something very different.
Judging by the hard lines of his face and the flat look in his eyes, he'd left the Marines, but the Corps hadn't quite left him.
Smartass Disciple: If there were two masters, which one should I listen to? Master of Stupidity: Use the ears to the one who looks so stupid, eyes to else.
Elise?" He looked at her with a pleading, puppy-dog expression in his eyes. "Yes?" "I love you.
Ruth wiped her eyes. Successful at a price? Forgiven but damaged? She wished so much more for her baby sister.
You hold one feather tightly in your hand, close your eyes and concentrate. The location of the other feather will appear in your mind and the magic will take you there.
You don't like birthdays, Aelan?" The silver eyes ran over her gently. "Because I can help you love birthdays...trust me." ~Nolan
For the most expensive way to realize an orgasm, men open their wallets. For the cheapest, they close their eyes.
The stars were only sparks of the fire which devoured us. Should that fire die out one day, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars, dead eyes.
Close your eyes, and with Jesus, journey back through your day. As you do, confess sin as you see it...
It is so easy to have our eyes opened, but then close them again, pretend it never happened, and go back to doing what has always been done.
If I wrote the word flower, would it still grow like a flower? If I wrote a poem concerning a river, would the water still flow in the eyes of the reader?
His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming forest of hair-fine glass spines.
You must let what happens happen. Everything must be equal in your eyes, good and evil, beautiful and ugly, foolish and wise.
To live a life of gratitude is to open our eyes to the countless ways in which we are supported by the world around us.
