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eye confession terrible
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions. Anne Sexton
eye lilies world
When you told me you loved me," Lily's eyes widened when she looked at Lux, "You saved the world. Amanda Hocking
eye heal awe
Awe is the salve that will heal our eyes. Rumi
eye looks
Rub your eyes, and look again at love, with love.
eye heart looks
Look at Love with the eyes of your Heart.
eye surrender
How did you get here? Close your eyes . . . and surrender!
eye heart light
The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.. The light which fills the heart is the light of God, which is pure and separate from the light of intellect and sense..
eye home night
All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that,and I intend to end up there. Who looks out with my eyes? What is the soul? I cannot stop asking. If I could taste one sip of an answer, I could break out of this prison for drunks. I didn’t come here of my own accord, and I can’t leave that way. Whoever brought me here, will have to take me home.
eye simple visuals
A visual image is a simple thing, a picture that enters the eyes. Roy H. Williams
hair smooth shoulders
He smiled tolerantly at her. Rubbing his smooth chin its recently assassinated chin hairs, he studied her. She barely came up to Ronan's shoulder, but she was every bit as big as he, every bit as present. Maggie Stiefvater
hair littles dragonflies
I got to keep a clip for my hair. It had a pretty little dragonfly on it and I got to keep it Mackenzie Foy
hair choices these-days
I don't have much choice these days in how I have my hair. Mackenzie Crook
hair shadow trifles
The smallest hair throws its shadow. [Ger., Das kleinste Harr wirft seinen Schatten.] Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
hair brain frogs
Do I have a large frog in my hair? I have the sensation that something is eating my brain. Joaquin Phoenix
hair tease
Tease hair, not homos! James St. James
hair hands mind
Fang’s hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. “What the heck are you doing?” “Helping you change your mind,” he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me. James Patterson
hair ice wind
Don’t ever leave me again,” I said in a tiny voice. I won’t,” he promised into my hair, sounding most un-Fang-like. “I won’t. Not ever.” And just like that, a cold shard of ice that had been inside my chest ever since we’d split up-well, it just disappeared. I felt myself relax for the first time in I don’t known how long. The wind was chilly, but the sun was bright, and my whole flock was together. Fang and I were together. Excuse me? I’m alive too.” Iggy’s plaintive voice made me pull back.
hair natural composer
I was not influenced by composers as much as by natural objects and physical phenomena. Edgard Varese