Where was her bloom! These deadly and blood-suffused orbs but ill resemble the azure and ecstatic tenderness of her eyes. The lucid stream that meandered over that bosom, the glow of love that was wont to sit upon that cheek, are much unlike these livid stains and this hideous deformity. Alas! These were the traces of agony; the grip of the assassin had been here!
Charles Brockden Brown
The Sun has come to represent enlightenment and salvation across many cultures. I think that if we remove such comforting concepts we are required to do more soul searching but eventually our eyes become accustomed to the dark and our lives become richer.
Derren Victor Brown
I ask no more from mortals Than your beautiful face implies, The beauty the artist beholding Interprets and sanctifies. Who says that men have fallen, That life is wretched and rough? I say, the world is lovely, And that loveliness is enough. So my doubting days are ended, And the labour of life seems clear; And life hums deeply around me, Just like the murmur here, And quickens the sense of living, And shapes me for peace and storm, And dims my eyes with gladness When it glides into colour and form!
Robert Williams Buchanan
O Balder, he who fashiond us, And bade us live and move, Shall weave for Deaths sad heavenly hair Immortal flowers of love. Ah! never faild my servant Death, Wheneer I named his name, But at my bidding he hath flown As swift as frost or flame. Yea, as a sleuth-hound tracks a man, And finds his form, and springs, So hath he hunted down the gods As well as human things! Yet only thro the strength of Death A god shall fall or rise A thousand lie on the cold snows, Stone still, with marble eyes. But whosoeer shall conquer Death, Tho mortal man he be, Shall in his season rise again, And live, with thee, and me! And whosoeer loves mortals most Shall conquer Death the best, Yea, whosoeer grows beautiful Shall grow divinely blest. The white Christ raised his shining face To that still brightning sky. Only the beautiful shall abide, Only the base shall die!
Robert Williams Buchanan
When the time came to leap in faith, whether you had your eyes open or closed or screamed all the way down or not made no practical difference.
Lois McMaster Bujold
Our love is kind of stalled, baby. But it ain't about the sex. I'd trade the roses and the negligees If we could just connect. I go deeper when you look into my eyes. There's a place where neither one of us can hide. And it's up to us to reinvent the game. Love it when you call my name.
James Joseph Brown
Look a'here, some people say we got a lot of malice Some say it's a lotta nerve I say we won't quit moving Til we get what we deserve. We've been 'buked and we've been scourned We've been treated bad, talked about As just as sure as you're born But just as sure as it take Two eyes to make a pair, huh Brother, we can't quit until we get our share. Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud.
James Joseph Brown
Imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink, Now think of your body as the pen where the ink resides. Fuse the two - Kapow! What are you now? You're the human magic marker, won't you please surprise my eyes?
Brandon Boyd
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.
Brandon Boyd
You cannot depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
Mark Twain
And indeed I know not whether, at the time, it was not for him rather than myself that I blushed; for, since he and I are one, I so identify myself with him, that I feel his degradation, his failings, and transgressions as my own; I blush for him, I fear for him; I repent for him, weep, pray, and feel for him as for myself; but I cannot act for him; and hence, I must be and I am, debased, contaminated by the union, both in my own eyes, and in the actual truth.
Anne Bront
Stuff your eyes with wonder . . . live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.
Ray Douglas Bradbury
TV is chewing gum for the eyes.
Frank Lloyd Wright
The village idiots in her bed Never cared that her eyes were red Never cared that her brain was dead. In the hours that her face was alive It was a thing just to be by her side.
Edie Brickell
I watch the ripples change their size But never leave the stream Of warm impermanence. So the days float through my eyes But still the days seem the same. And these children that you spit on As they try to change their worlds Are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through.
David Robert Jones