I film quite a bit of footage, then edit. Changes before your eyes, things you can do and things you can't. My attitude is always 'let it keep rolling.'
Too much money at a young age, it just takes your eye off the ball. And you're not as hungry as players used to be. You think you've made it before you've done anything.
It doesn't take money to have style, it just takes a really good eye. Sometimes you can find amazing culinary antiques that will make it feel like an old French kitchen.
The general public will almost always stand behind the traditionalists. In the public eye, architecture is about comfort, about shelter, about bricks and mortar.
In our film profession you may have Gable's looks, Tracy's art, Marlene's legs or Liz's violet eyes, but they don't mean a thing without that swinging thing called courage.
What I wish to show when I paint is the way I see things with my eyes and in my heart.
She had an emptiness in her eyes like a ghost tired of haunting.
I smiled, and you winked. I think. Perhaps you merely blink with one eye at a time.
You must mind and not lower the Church in people's eyes by seeming to be frightened about it for such a little thing.
The things that your eyes see plainly and cant forget are worse than huddled black figures left to the imagination.
It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes.
The most terrifying part was that the evil dwelling in those eyes could've gone unnoticed by many.
And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant.
Staring into his eyes, she noticed a thin circle of gray around the green. A SILVER LINING, she thought.
The still waters Wrap my lips, Eyes, nose and ears, A clear Cellophane I cannot crack.
She looks at me with wide eyes, delight and joy evident, sitting forward, “They are dreaming? You watch dreams? Movie is dream?
Alone in the dark all we have are the supernal lights in each others eyes left to illuminate the room, the only sound our breathing.
He is really not so ugly after all, provided, of course, that one shuts one's eyes, and does not look at him.
My eyes refuse to let him leave, but he stands still holding my hand, lingering for as long as possible.
Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here!
And the last thought he had that morning as he closed his eyes was: I hope the tornado hit the moose.
