Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.
The soul that can speak through the eyes can also kiss with a gaze.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
Those true eyes, Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise, The sweet soul shining through them.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?
"A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears."
The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me; my eye and God's eye are one eye, one seeing, one knowing, one love.
There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect.
The common eye sees only the outside of things, and judges by that, but the seeing eye pierces through and reads the heart and the soul, finding there capacities which the outside didn't indicate or promise, and which the other kind of eye couldn't detect.
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems
Signatures of all things I am here to read.
We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure.
Watching I watch myself, what I see is my creation as though entering through my eyes perception is conception into an eye more crystal clear water of thoughts, what I watch watches me, I am the creation of what I see
Ineluctable modality of the visible; at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read.
Good writers are in the business of leaving signposts saying, Tour my world, see and feel it through my eyes; I am your guide.
Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all poems, You shall possess the good of the earth and sun.... there are millions of suns left, You shall no longer take things at second or third hand.... nor look through the eyes of the dead.... nor feed on the spectres in books, You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, You shall listen to all sides and filter them from yourself.
Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.
There may be a brighter star. But through my eyes the light of you is all I see.
That cactus went right through my eye. It left my eye flat. They took me to a doctor, and he said, 'We'll have to take the eye out.' ...I fought like a tiger. I said, 'No! Leave the eye alone. I am sure it will grow back.' The doctor said, 'You're too young to know.' ...But in a year's time that fluid came back, and that eye is just as good as the other one today.
I stayed under the moon too long.I am silvered with lust.Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes.My voice is trees tossing in the wind.I loose myself like a flock of blackbirdsstorming into your face.My lightest touch leaves blue prints,bruises on your mind.Desire sandpapers your skinso thin I read the veins and arteriesmaps of routes I will traveltill I lodge in your spine.The night is our fur.We curl inside it licking.
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