Quotes of: Open-eyes Keyword

One morning indeed, I felt a sudden misgiving that she not only had left the house but had gone for good: I had just heard the sound of a door which seemed to me to be that of her room. On tiptoe I crept towards the room, opened the door, stood upon ...

The Captive: Part 2

Life is open to us all. No one will ever see life exactly the same as another. Some folks will argue that one who is on a focused path to expanding into the best they can be has changed or is changing. To that I say: I haven't changed I'm just growin...

The Art of Manifesting Abundance

I do not possess the ability to draw or paint. I can’t sing or dance. I can’t knit or sew. But I am an artist. I have the ability to put onto paper, words that tell an intriguing story. I am a writer. A writer is someone who, with just words, can...

Heinous Crimes, Immoral Minds

In my mind, I built stairways. At the end of the stairways, I imagined rooms. These were high, airy places with big windows and a cool breeze moving through. I imagined one room opening brightly onto another room until I'd built a house, a place with...

A House in the Sky

This is what you British do not understand about the French. You think you must work, work, work, work and open on Sundays and make mothers and fathers with families slave in supermarkets at three o'clock in the morning and make people leave their ho...

The Loveliest Chocolate Shop in Paris

We sat like that for a long time, until a discrete knock at the half-open door broke us apart. Lissa stood in the doorway. "Sorry," she said, her face shining with joy when she saw me. "Should have put a sock on the door. Didn't realize that things w...

Last Sacrifice

The same is true of stories and legends that haunt urban space like superfluous or additional inhabitants. They are the object of a witch-hunt, by the very logic of the techno-structure. But [the extermination of proper place names] (like the extermi...

The Practice of Everyday Life

The Christmas presents once opened are Not So Much Fun as they were while we were in the process of examining, lifting, shaking, thinking about, and opening them. Three hundred sixty-five days later, we try again and find that the same thing has happ...

The Tao of Pooh

The so-called is the argument that freedom in the sense of absence of any constraining control must lead to very great restraint, since it makes the bully free to enslave the meek. The idea is, in a slightly different form, and with very different te...

The Open Society and Its Enemies

I’m an observer. I am fascinated by people and how their minds work (and, of course, my own). Why we are the way we are, why we do the things we do – and that interest drives my writing. I was a physicist before fiction claimed my soul, so I’m ...

Carla H. Krueger

May you listen to the voice within the beat even when you are tired. When you feel yourself breaking down, may you break open instead. May every experience in life be a door that opens your heart, expands your understanding, and leads you to freedom....

Elizabeth Lesser

X: We would have arrived days ahead, studied the route, checked all the buildings. Never would have allowed all those wide-open windows overlooking Dealy Plaza, never! We would have had our own snipers covering the area the minute a window went up! T...

JFK

She closed her eyes and prayed to whichever small ineffectual god protects the hearts of women.

City of Darkness

Things that are falling apart encourage me: whatever else, I’m in better shape than they are.

Cat's Eye

At last he reached out and with a gentle hand, closed Valentine’s eyes. " , Shadowhunter," he said.

City of Glass

The Republic is weak and broken." I narrow my eyes. "But it is still your country. Fight for it. This is your home, not theirs.

Champion

I see pieces of memories in his eyes. Pieces of us. They are broken, and scattered, but they are there, gradually coming together again at the sight of me.

Champion

even there a shining is flowing from all the stones though the eyes are not yet made that can see it

The Carrier of Ladders

The media made the masses to find not-so-skinny women appear not-so-beautiful … in the eyes of the remote holder.

The Confessions of a Misfit

Our hearts, they need a mirror, Tessa. We see our better selves in the eyes of those who love us.

Clockwork Princess

Poetry ... ... a place for the genuine, Hands that can grasp, eyes that can dilate, hair that can rise

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