I'm always angry about the death of people who are still alive, their eyes are opened, yet they can't see anything...the spell of ignorance
My eyes are wide open to the conflicts within the Church, but I don't think you can call it schism.
You write to become immortal, or because the piano happens to be open, or you've looked into a pair of beautiful eyes.
A simple way to be grateful is to close your eyes for a minute and think of those who never got a chance to open them.-RVM
It was a fantastic learning experience and OK, I got slammed because I wasn't Audrey Hepburn but you could have predicted that, really, if you'd opened your eyes wide enough.
Some people will go to the opening of an envelope. They live their lives in the public eye and get off on it, they need it. They need that kind of adoration. If their name isn't in the tabloids once a week they feel like a failure.
Tennis is a funny game, and it takes a life-time of keeping one's eyes open on the circuit to have any chance of understanding the strange phenomena that exist in our exciting sport!
For my group of friends is Lady Gaga eye-opening? No. She's a less dangerous version of what was so cool about pop culture in the '80s. Back then it was so gay and so punk in so many ways.
According to my definition of God, I'm not an atheist. Because I think God is everything. Whenever I open my eyes, I'm looking at God. Whenever I'm listening to something, I'm listening to God.
Prison opened my eyes to so many things. It was a great time. I met interesting people. I got to understand the behaviour of the police and the media. I am an observer of the human race.
From the hour when the Puritan baby opened his eyes in bleak New England, he had a Spartan struggle for life.
I came to the industry with wide eyes and an open heart thinking I was going to make a few films that really meant something that I could pour myself into.
Their lips touched now, mouths pursed tight, their eyes open, both of them stock still. The moment held, a kind of such glorious confusion.
i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens;only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
Maybe people become bitter when they don't know what they are fighting for. But I keep my eyes open.
Peace can't be seen with eyes, only the mind can see it and the heart can feel it. So open the window of your mind to let it come in.
Mark Helprin and Lawrence Durrell, both of whom write fat and florid novels that appall me now but opened my eyes to the power of fiction when I was in my 20s.
When the missionaries came to Africa they had the Bible and we had the land. They said 'Let us pray.' We closed our eyes. When we opened them we had the Bible and they had the land.
Beauty exists everywhere, and in all unlikely places too. Most times our eyes might not see it, but our heart will, only if it's open.
An eye of an uncluttered mind can find and see through the unshackled window of its compatible heart the door of opportunities left and kept opened by an invisible Almighty.
The untented Kosmos my abode, I pass, a wilful stranger: My mistress still the open road And the bright eyes of danger.
