If shame had a face, I think it would kind of looked like mine... If it had a home, would it be my eyes?
Brushing the clouds away from my eyes, I see clarity in the raindrop and beauty in the first ray of morning sun... Life is strange and wondrous...
Color is the keyboard, the eyes are the hammers, the soul is the piano with its many chords. The artist is the hand that, by touching this or that key, sets the soul vibrating automatically.
I could meet dreadful people and end up seeing the world through their eyes, seeing their frailties, their needs.
Hair excited me. As the old ways - backcombing, rollers and rigidity - went out of the window, I started to feel the possibilities in front of my eyes.
The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar and is shocked by the unexpected; the eye, on the other hand, tends to be impatient, craves the novel and is bored by repetition.
For children to take morality seriously they must be in the presence of adults who take morality seriously. And with their own eyes they must see adults take morality seriously.
Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen. Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.
The roaring of lions, the howling of wolves, the raging of the stormy sea, and the destructive sword, are portions of eternity, too great for the eye of man.
I don't want to look at myself - ever. All I see is that my face is a problem. It's asymmetrical. I get terrible bags under my eyes.
The phenomena of nature, especially those that fall under the inspection of the astronomer, are to be viewed, not only with the usual attention to facts as they occur, but with the eye of reason and experience.
I write my books in my head, and not in a specific study with a view. The view is from my inner eyes.
There are people out there with an eye on my hard-earned cash who think that I am a pushover. I am not!
Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.
His eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay.
What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.
Wine enters through the mouth, Love, the eyes. I raise the glass to my mouth, I look at you, I sigh.
Our love is doomed from our first kiss. Until you have to look it in the eyes, ignorance is bliss.
Israel's willingness to cooperate closely with the U.S. in protecting American interests in the region altered her image in the eyes of many officials in Washington.
The old bastions of the post-communist regime collapsed before my very eyes. The monsters who had kept Ukraine in a criminal state left the stage.
My role in all of this is very simple. I make clothing like armor. My clothing protects you from unwelcome eyes.
