I'm not sure if being known opened or closed doors for me.
Be grateful for whatever it is that opens you up.
I've noticed that the more I open up, the more I learn.
Tomorrow is but a metaphor to a door that may never open.
Just be honest with yourself. That opens the door.
They're desperately searching for meaning in their lives but they will not crack the Bible open.
The Quran holds the answer to all. Have you opened it?
Women need not always keep their mouths shut and their wombs open.
There is less in this than meets the eye.
There's a TV element to everything in my eyes.
Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.
Imagination is the eye of the soul.
I often shoot with scissors in my eyes.
I have a jaundiced eye but a young mind.
The eye condition that I have is Marfan's Syndrome.
I consider telling my brother, asking him for help. But tell him what exactly? I have no black eyes, no bloody noses to report: Cordelia does nothing physical. If it was boys, chasing or teasing, he would know what to do, but I don’t suffer from bo...
But for most of the world- for most of Vermont- the Cape Abenaki meltdown is just another bit of old news. Tsunamis. School shootings. Syria. We watch it, we read about it, and then we move on. As a species, we're either very resilient or super callo...
What is it about ye, Sassenach, I wonder?” he said conversationally, eyes still fixed on Myers. “What is about me?” He turned then, and gave me a narrow eye. “What it is that makes every man ye meet want to take off his breeks within five min...
Knowing one's 'individuality'. - We are too prone to forget that in the eyes of people who are seeing us for the first time we are something quite different from what we consider ourselves to be: usually we are nothing more than a single individual t...
We’re just…,” those blue eyes blaze at me and steal my breath, drawing me in, “just different people on different paths.” He comes closer, until he’s standing a centimeter away from me. “Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want m...
He saw himself in her eyes, suspended in two shining drops of bright water, himself dark and tiny, in fine detail, the lines about his mouth, everything there, as if her eyes were two miraculous bits of violet amber that might capture and hold him in...
