To suppose that the eye with all its inimitable contrivances for adjusting the focus to different distances, for admitting different amounts of light, and for the correction of spherical and chromatic aberration, could have been formed by natural sel...
I stroked Eric's hair, tucking some behind his ear. His eyes on mine were intent, and I knew he was waiting for me to speak. "I wish," I said, "I could save orgasms in a jar for when i need them, because I think I had a few extra." Eric's eyes widene...
I hold my finger up to his lips. He flicks his eyes down to look at it. "You're absolved," I tell him. He brings his eyes back up to mine. There's no fucking way he knows what that word means. That's a word I dream someone will say to me. So I put it...
Blake smiled while greeting him and turned to introduce me to his friend from Camp Lejeune. Blake made the formal introductions while I studied the two distinguished men. I liked the way they both carried themselves in a dignified manner with confide...
Tyler Fitzgerald: Uh... Just a minute. I... I cahhn't see. Ding Bell: What? Tyler Fitzgerald: Something's happened to my eyes. I-I-I cahhn't - I cahhn't see. Ding Bell: You cahhn't see? He cahhn't see. Benjy Benjamin: Must be an eye cold. Tyler Fitzg...
Bryce Loski: When she walked out of the door, I felt back to the first time I saw her. How could anybody, ever, have wanted to run away from Juli Baker? Juli Baker: He looked at me with those eyes, those once again dazzling eyes. And I knew that Bryc...
Seamus Finnigan: Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum. [he checks the goblet, then tries again] Seamus Finnigan: Eye of rabbit, harp string hum... Harry: What's Seamus trying to do to that glass of water? Ron: Turn it to rum. Actu...
Nemo age 5: Everything we see exists, we can see it. I can see mommy's eyes, but I can't see my eyes. The little baby can see his hands, but he cannot see himself. So, does he really exist? Do I really exist? Nemo's Mother: [appears from behind a she...
Her caramel skin and curly beach sand hair spreads in wavy chops like the choppy storm waves on the ocean. Her fluffy rose colored lips glisten with eyes emerald green and almond shaped set deep into her face and yet when she looks at you with those ...
My father nodded. His nod was for me. Different. But not different at all. My father understood. Maybe he had known. Maybe he hadn't. It didn't matter anymore. He understood. I knew he understood, just from his nod, just from his eyes on mine, making...
If anyone views himself as being totally perfect in the actual sense of the word, he is undoubtedly imperfect in God's eyes. For the thought alone is one of presumption, impurity and imperfection. One may rightly strive for perfection pertaining t...
To the jaded eye, all vampires seem alike, but they are wonderful in their versatility. Some come to life in moonlight, others are killed by the sun, some pierce with their eyes, others with fangs, some are reactionary, others are rebels, but all are...
Statism ends with an eye roll.
Reality is in the mind of the eye.
You can tell a lot from someone's eyes.
Do everything as in the eye of another.
I've always got my eye on my deathbed.
Love's tongue is in his eyes.
I don't want to be ignorant in my daughter's eyes.
The eye is the notebook of the poet.
I've always had an eye for the oddities in life.
