Drink up my honey eyes,Kiss them shut every night,And be my ‘one’ all my life.

I hold my plush monkey over the bannister and let it drop. Its eyes light up when you squeeze its kidneys as whose eyes, I suppose, would not.

As I’m smiling but fearing for the worse, he asks if I was in the Navy.”NO. THIS IS JUST MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME.””WELL, I WAS… FOR NEARLY TWENTY YEARS.”I don’t know whether he wants me to...

From the depths of the mirror, a corpse was contemplating me. The look in his eyes as he gazed at me has never left me.

Kiekvieną akimirką jaučiame, kad negalime laimės išlaikyti, ir nė nebandome Bet jeigu mes nemėginame sučiupti jos ir suturėti savo šiurkščiomis rankomis, tai gal ji, niekieno nebaidoma, išlieka mūsų akių gilumoje? Gal ji išlieka ten, kol...

I am intrigued by the smile upon your face, and the sadness within your eyes

Your erotic,A memoir of pleasure.Caress the streets as through they held the touch of mink,Leaving only trails of stardust.Your eyes could Pierce hearts, leaving eternal scars of that moment,Moments so bittersweet they linger upon the...

I love doing eyes – my signature look is a cat eye. I think it’s so feminine, and it reminds me of old Hollywood.

And there I shut her wild, wild eyes / With kisses four.

There is very little economic news out this week, and nothing is due out today. All eyes are on the Fed.

Every time we go to sleep, it’s a rehearsal of the day when our eyes will ultimately close and we wake up on the side of eternity.

Close your eyes, and lo, they are opened! But never shall they close again.

The eyes are one of the most powerful tools a woman can have. With one look, she can relay the most intimate message. After the connection is made, words cease to exist.

The thing that I really look for in people is enthusiasm and excitement and, not to sound really sappy, that fire in their eyes.

She raised her head when she heard my step, and her gaze met my own, over the matron’s dipping shoulder, and her eyes grew bright. I knew then how hard it had been to keep,...

Try to look at everything through the eyes of a child.

When I look into your eyes I see everything I want in this world and that is never going to change.

Just because he had an off night when all eyes were on our team doesn’t mean that we have to question what we do and what we did to get here.

He doesn’t have a soul?” she shrieked, horrified.”That explains why he’s such a dick,” Tree muttered.

What light is to the eyes – what air is to the lungs – what love is to the heart, liberty is to the soul of man.

The eyes of the Armenians speak long before the lips move and long after they cease to.

And I figured that he can be my ears and I can be his eyes. A good trade-off, don’t you think?

The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn’t fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now.I...

In constructing the plot and working it out with the proper diction, the poet should place the scene, as far as possible, before his eyes. In this way, seeing everything with the utmost vividness, as...

If I close my eyes, I can remember the first apartment where I lived with my family in Newark, N.J., in the late 1930s. The rooms were lined up like train cars – you had...

The years of his life had not been gentle, and there was something untamable about him; his eyes seemed to say everything and nothing at all, almost as if they spoke a dying language few...

She has a sly smile, and eyes that seem to see my essence as they explore my soul and implore my spirit to enter her. I look at her and I see love.

Your heavenly eyes are shining like a late night starTo be in heaven, I like to get lost in those eyes forever.

Throw a pair of Band-Aids over your eyelids, and open your eyes to your wounds.

Hearts In MeIf I look to the world with hearts in my eyesThen surely I’ll be intrigued and inspired.If I touch the world with hearts in my handsThen surely I’ll learn how to understand.If I...

Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous.Hi, I’m g-lyn and I addictive to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across lightly texture paper. My eyes squint against the lost of time within...

It was his eyes, so challenging and with a piercing look about them. They were eyes that trusted in nothing and they made her uncomfortable around him, self-conscious.

Generally I finish a first draft in 2-6 months, then I set it aside for a while so that when I come back to it I can read it with fresh eyes and figure out...

Everyone likes birds. What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird?

It’s the body and eyes that tell what a person is thinking or going to do.

In the coastal strains of music full of lovers hopes and dreams upon, wearing only warmth, fresh scent of the ocean and delightfully joyous smile…I look deep in your dark gloomy ochi ‘cross the oceans...

I close my eyes when I sing so I can feel the song better.

By the way, the other reason I agreed to help you is because I love your eyes. You have the most beautiful eyes. It’s my weakness.

From a distance, a clone’s luminous eyes are meant to draw in humans and make them feel safe. Up close, the eyes appear hollow. Because of that, humans tend not to look into our eyes...

I couldn’t even see the ball, because my eyes were burning.

That’s what she does so well. Molly always makes it a point to open my eyes to something new. Her whole take on movies is so much more intellectually based than mine. She also reads...

If someone looks into your eyes, I read in a book one time, he’ll see right into your soul. I didn’t want anyone to see into my soul.

Buthe had the kindest face in the world, with big, dark eyes and buzzed-cutbrown hair.

When a baby is in the room with two women, and one is considered more beautiful than the other, the infant’s eyes will go to the more beautiful one.

The eyes were larger and gray and in a certain light looked soft, gentle, and even innocent. Then the light would change, the innocence would vanish, and the eyes looked like year-old ice.

I got lost In your ocean-green eyesAnd I drownedIn the sweetest desireOf your warm gazeWave after waveWith no chanceTo survive.

We should open our eyes, see what’s in front of us, and act.

I am going to try to pay attention to the spring. I am going to look around at all the flowers, and look up at the hectic trees. I am going to close my eyes...

I certainly wouldn’t want to be the man who was compared to John Ritter through my eyes.

Apart from anything else, I am designed by evolution, like we all are: if we see a little thing like that, big eyes, tiny nose, we go ‘aaah’. That’s what evolution does. We are programmed...