Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears. "After all this time?" "Always," said Snape.
I'm just another sinner in need of his God & Savior, everyday in his life. All sin is wrong and unrighteousness in the perfect & holy eyes of God.
He’s a guy. We’re easy and stupid. Just go bat your eyes at him and beg for forgiveness. It’ll take five minutes…three if you wear something low-cut.
How did you kill the Ashman in the forest last year?” “I shot him with an arrow.” “What kind of arrow?” “A sharp one.” Nate rolled his eyes. “Really, dude? A sharp one?
The distant women bowed themselves; Nordic women who lived with their eyes looking at servants, as they were waiting; glaring in an intense white aspect, because they were athletic; because they had haircuts.
Keep your head up, your eyes forward & your heart open. Great things are coming to you ahead on the roads of your life.
In the eyes of children we are their: Superheroes, Saviors, Sunshine. Try not to hurt them and never ever abuse them...mentally, verbally or physically!
She closed her eyes, and I closed mine, and even though we weren't holding hands, it felt like we were. Because what we had, we knew.
She was never able, after her education in the movies, to look at a face and not assign it some category in the scale of absolute beauty, and the scale was one she absorbed in full from the silver screen.
Along with the idea of romantic love, she was introduced to another--physical beauty. Probably the most destructive ideas in the history of human thought. Both originated in envy, thrived in insecurity, and ended in disillusion.
Popularity's a weird thing. You can't really define it, and it's not cool to talk about, but you know it when you see it. Like a lazy eye, or porn.
I never saw sad men who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue We prisoners called the sky, And at every happy cloud that passed In such strange freedom by.
The art teacher's scarlet book was called Story of the Eye by Georges Bataille. 'As the title suggests,' Mr Dunwoody saw the book'd caught my attention, 'it's about the history of opticians. What are you about?
When we feel that all eyes are upon on us, it is often difficult to take chances in expressing our individuality.
We are merely ghost flowers under the shade of the moon Many shades of secret sorrows blanket our eyes We spend our lives and our souls Searching- Longing- Waiting- For a little light to shine and heal our broken halo’s
Lately, Mami’s eyes have been so dark, I don’t like looking into them because I’m afraid I’ll fall in.
Just because someone throws their success in your face doesn’t mean you have to let it get in your eyes.
Mothers took their mothering so seriously now. Their frantic little faces...Ponytails swinging. Eyes fixed on the mobile phones held in the palms of their hands like compasses.
So, I want to try to spend more time with Dad." Abe glanced at Rose."You see that?" He said. "Now that's devotion." She rolled her eyes at him.
Dad they think she has Down Syndrome." He smiled genuinely as his eyes welled up with tears. "That's okay. We love her.
If a faerie, a vampire, and a demon walk into a bar, you wait for the punch line. At Private Eye, when a faerie, a vampire, and a demon walk through the door, it’s just another day at the office.
