Her gaze met his. "What do you want more than anything?" Right now, he felt like he could gaze into her green eyes for a century or two. They were amazing, the way they flared with anger, twinkled with humor, or softened with compassion. "I want to b...
Coyotes move within a landscape of attentiveness. I have seen their eyes in the creosote bushes and among mesquite trees. They have watched me. And all the times that I saw no eyes, that I kept walking and never knew, there were still coyotes. When I...
Meditation is misunderstood as something you envision in your head, when in fact it is something to be seen with your own eyes. What you begin to see is that the place where you thought your life occurred - the cave of rumination and memory, the caul...
Stories are a kind of thing, too. Stories and objects share something, a patina. I thought I had this clear, two years ago before I started, but I am no longer sure how this works. Perhaps a patina is a process of rubbing back so that the essential i...
You think I read your thoughts, but it's your eyes that speak to me. When they glisten with moisture, I see a depth of emotion stirring behind them. One tearful glance begs me for a reassuring embrace. When your gaze glazes over like a misty morning,...
You, my reader, who see me close, wonder about my heartbeats and measure my words, you my close friend who know my eyes and the home of their prose, you, my only lover, who always move my life, my poetry's pace and rhyme,... I can not disclose the sh...
A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. I screamed aloud, as it tore through them, and now it's left me blind. The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You left me in the dark. No dawn, no day, I'm always in this twilight...
The trees were tinted exquisitely to an uncertain glory as the great red sinking sun flashed its rays on their crystal mantle. The vale of Aylesbury was drowsing beneath a slowly deepening shroud of mist. Above it the hills, their crests rounded and ...
#812 Wynarski: I went in there the other day and that son of a bitch was sleeping. Dante Hicks: I'm sure he wasn't sleeping #812 Wynarski: Are you calling me a liar? Are you calling me a liar? Dante Hicks: No, he was probably just resting his eyes. #...
Hildy Johnson: I suppose I proposed to you? Walter Burns: Well, you practically did, making goo-goo eyes at me for two years until I broke down. [impersonates Hildy, flutters his eyelashes] Walter Burns: "Oh, Walter." And I still claim I was tight th...
[subtitled version] Lucas: What are you saying? Have you got something to tell me? Agnes: Stop it, Lucas. Lucas: You want to tell me something? Theo: Relax, Lucas. Lucas: The whole town is listening. Tell me! What do you want to say? Agnes: Stop it, ...
[translated from the Spanish] song lyrics: A word does not say anything, and at the same time it hides everything. Just as the wind that hides the water, like the flowers that mud hides. A glance does not say anything, and at the same time it says ev...
[Chewbacca is fixing C-3PO] C-3PO: Oh, yes, that's very good, I like that... Oh! [the lights in his eyes go out] C-3PO: Well, now, something's not right, because now I can't see! [Chewie fiddles with something and his eyes turn back on] C-3PO: Oh, oh...
Will Munny: I seen 'em, Ned, I seen the angel of death, he's got snake eyes. Ned Logan: Who Will, who's got snake eyes? Will Munny: It's the angel of death. Oh Ned, I'm scared of dying. Ned Logan: Easy, partner, easy. Will Munny: I see Claudia too. N...
Ben Wade: You ever been to San Francisco? Alice Evans: If it's all right by you Mr Wade, I'd rather we not talk Ben Wade: So you never been to San Francisco? Alice Evans: No Ben Wade: I knew a girl there. She was the daughter of a Sea-Captain. She ha...
There is a glimmer of metal that wavers between his thighs. He turns to face me. The balls of his large gauge nipple rings catch my eye as they glint in the light of the room. But, it is the tintinabular rings below that cause my eyes to descend to h...
If questioning would make us wise No eyes would ever gaze in eyes; If all our tale were told in speech No mouths would wander each to each. Were spirits free from mortal mesh And love not bound in hearts of flesh No aching breasts would yearn to meet...
In the old age black was not counted fair, Or if it were, it bore not beauty’s name. But now is black beauty’s successive heir, And beauty slandered with a bastard shame. For since each hand hath put on nature’s pow'r, Fairing the foul with art...
Never pray for justice, because you might get some.
Her eyes are brown like the morning sand breaking in a new day.
IN THE MIND’S EYE, a fractal is a way of seeing infinity.
