Darling, even raindrops try to wipe my teardrops but your thoughts haul out more tears from my liquid eyes and then teardrops replace raindrops...
I looked up, it was the first drop of rain. Tearing through the clouds, screaming as it did. For all this effort, it had to head towards the drain, So I looked up and caught it in my eye instead.
I will once again keep my eyes open to the changes so that I won't miss even a single spec of chance. Life is possible, believe it, LIFE'S POSSIBLE!
Snow is diamonds for a faery's feet; Blithely and bonnily she trips along, Her lips a-carol with a merry song, And in her eyes the meaning... Life is sweet!
From my book "Lobisón"..."When the beast confronts you...you must stare it in the eyes...hold your ground...and take-it-down." Jackson Keller, Lobisón's protagonist.
When your life flashes through your eyes make sure there is enough to see, until then work hard on your ambitions and live life to the fullest.
Strange to say, the luminous world is the invisible world; the luminous world is that which we do not see. Our eyes of flesh see only night.
I got lost In your ocean-green eyes And I drowned In the sweetest desire Of your warm gaze Wave after wave With no chance To survive.
If she's in pain now she doesn't show it; she just closes her eyes and surrenders, and that is worse than her screaming for help, somehow.
For an object under the eye will appear very different from the same object placed above it; in an inclosed space, very different from the same in an open space.
It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others, of measuring one's soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity.
We can become so insensitive to the Spirit's prodding that we become too idle, too self absorbed and too busy with too many things that in the eyes of God, are worthless.
But to go to school in a summer morn, O! It drives all joy away; Under a cruel eye outworn, The little ones spend the day In sighing and dismay.
Always remember, a cat looks down on man, a dog looks up to man, but a pig will look man right in the eye and see his equal.
For the speedy reader paragraphs become a country the eye flies over looking for landmarks, reference points, airports, restrooms, passages of sex.
We think of those nights spent with one or more friends, nights when we merged with the shadows and could see the world with eyes that were not our own.
Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the harmonies, the soul is the piano with many strings. The artist is the hand that plays, touching one key or another, to cause vibrations in the soul.
So this is what I am Pondering his eyes that could not Conceive that I was a creature to run from I who have always believed too much in words
To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.
In New York, we tip everyone. We tip doormen, we tip cab drivers, and we tip bartenders at the bar. You'll get quite an evil eye if you don't leave a tip at the bar.
I feel naked without my rings, and don't like walking out of the house without them, even if they do tear half of my sweaters and stab my friends in the eye.
