Look at their eyes. If their eyes are shining, you know you're doing it..

I lost my eyes In east wind skies Here's where I've cried Where I've tried Where God and the Tendaberry rise Where Quakers and revolutionaries Join f….

I learned quickly at Columbia that the only eye that mattered was the one on the camera..

My eyes, my brain seek out escape routes wherever I am sent..

Hi. My name is Debby, and I am a storyteller. I don't think of myself as an actress. I am more like a face that takes words on a page, and puts them ….

What the world needs most is openness: Open hearts, open doors, open eyes, open minds, open ears, open souls..

I trust I may be enabled in the treatment of patients always to act with a single eye to their good..

Darwinian evolution is slow and gradual, step by step. Such an evolution can explain micro-evolution but not macro-evolution. For example, how did th….

An idea is an eye given by God for the seeing of God. Some of these eyes we cannot bear to look out of; we blind them as quickly as possible..

I don't know if it's a stare or if it's something I do with my eyes when I'm really focused in on someone or something. Apparently it comes out every….

The thing about film is that your eye is selective. Film isn't. You have to make film do what you want. Simply photographing something doesn't do it.….

I come alive when I look into my boyfriend's eyes, when I embrace him, when I hold his hand and I am completely present and appreciative of all his l….

I'm Fasinated by women who aren't making a great impression on people. I think there's probably something there that is more than meets the eye..

Dont look to the sky for fireworks when you can watch them light up in the eyes of all the people passing by..

Or perhaps is is that time doesn't heal wounds at all, perhaps that is the biggest lie of them all, and instead what happens is that each wound penet….

The ladies of St. James's! They're painted to the eyes; Their white is stays for ever, Their red it never dies; But Phyllida, my Phillida! Her colour….

Convalescence is a sort of grown-up rebirth, enabling us to see life with a fresh eye..

This is love-not what we say to each other but what we not say. Sometime it just one look exchange. Sometime one word. But underlining everything we ….

He is a Patron who looks down, / With careless eyes on men who drown; / But if they chance to reach the land, / Encumbers them with helping hand.

When you look at my photos, just look into the eyes of my subjects. The eyes say so much..

All finite things have their roots in the infinite, and if you wish to understand life at all, you cannot tear out its context. And that context, ast….