No one ever forgets a toy that made him or her supremely happy as a child, even if that toy is replaced by one like it that is much nicer.
The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.
Even fools say something worthwhile now and again. Even a blind pig finds an acorn sometimes.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
His eyes met mine. Brown eyes. I couldn’t read anything and as he turned away I realised he didn’t intend to tell me anything either.
The way he said it, with a twinkle in his already too-twinkly blue eyes, made Aimee feel twinkly, too.
He didn’t like to see animals in captivity. When he looked into their eyes, something in their eyes looked back at him.
The humble sinner will sometimes be interpreted as one of the filthiest in the eyes of man yet immersed in the eyes of God, and this is due to the volition of honesty regarding his own corruption.
When you turn a blind eye to atrocities, you are complicit in them.
He was the average mortal. It troubled him to get used to the world one way and then suddenly have it turn different.
An envious heart makes a treacherous ear. They done 'heard' bout you just what they hope done happened.
They bowed down to him rather, because he was all of these things, and then again he was all of these things because the town bowed down.
Look lak we done run our conversation from grass roots tuh pine trees.
Always take earplugs and an eye mask. It doesn't matter where you are. Even if you're in the best hotel, if there's road works outside, then you're screwed. So I take earplugs and an eye mask with me wherever I go.
His blue eyes were very dark...Will's were the colour of the sky just on the edge of the night...
My life was going to flash before my eyes, but it decided to hide behind my eyes and quake with terror instead.
My heart battered against my ribs, my breath stalled and I gazed up into his laughing, smiling eyes...eyes that suddently glowed crimson and cruel.
Eyes so young, so full of pain ... Two lonely drops of winter rain ... And no tear could these eyes sustain ... For too much had they seen.
What happens is that the system builds many inferior blood vessels in the eye to take the place of the vessels that are dying. And those blood vessels are not up to the task. And they bleed. They hemorrhage and they cover the eye inside with blood.
To me the biggest irony of this lifetime that I'm living is that for someone who thrives in the public eye in the creative ways that I do, I actually don't enjoy being in the public eye.
I love working with the actors eye-to-eye. I think something gets lost in translation, not only through a monitor, but when you leave the area where the actual scene is taking place.
