The Lord is always guiding you and will help you get through any problem you face. Just be sure to stay alert and keep your eyes on the road.

Giving up is for losers, and no one should be a loser. You should be a conquer and you should be the one to look into their eyes and let them know that you are not that easy to break.

Keep your head up, keep your eyes facing forward, and keep telling yourself, “I’m going to make it.”

If you’ve got a good idea and you’re willing to do whatever it takes to pursue it, keep your head up and eyes open because you don’t know when opportunity will come knocking.

I had no portrait, now, but am small, like the wren; and my hair is bold, like the chestnut bur; and my eyes, like the sherry in the glass, that the guest leaves.

Do you trust your barber enough to close your eyes during a haircut?

The soul would have no rainbow if the eyes had no tears.

When you keep your head up and your eyes open, you see and seize opportunity where most do not.

I close my eyes to old ends. And open my heart to new beginnings.

Young Sophie : Thanks, Calcifer! You’re fantastic!
Calcifer : Imagine what could I do with your eyes, or your heart!

But her eyes were blue and full of anxieties, and her hair was darkish.

Baby, I miss you. Please close your eyes and come meet me in my dreams tonight.

She had the kind of eyes that predisposed you to supporting her every endeavor.

I wish you a joyful day as you open your eyes to see another wonderful day, I keep you in God’s safe hand, good morning.

Get up, open your eyes, dear, and say a little prayer. God loves you, no matter what. He will do great things in your life today. Your blessings are coming today; be patient; don’t forget to smile! Good morning dear.

“I was only kidding about the hundred,” she says.

“oh,” I say, “what will it cost me?”

she lights her cigarette with
my lighter and looks at me
through the flame:

her eyes tell me.

“look,” I say, “I don’t think I
can ever pay that price again.”

I could understand the moon leaning across a bar on skid row
and asking for a drink, but I couldn’t understand anything about
myself,
I was murdered, I was shit, I was a tentful of dogs,
I was poppies mowed down by machine-gun fire
I was a hotshot wasp in a web
I was less and less and still reaching for
something, and I thought of her corny remark
a night or so ago:
You have wounded eyes.

Let your eyes always be close to mine.

I look into your eyes and see my own soul.

When I close my eyes I see you. When I open my eyes I miss you.

I looked into your eyes and found my favorite color.

I love my eyes when you look into them. I love my name when you say it. I love my heart when you touch it. I love my life when you are in it.

I love looking into those beautiful eyes of yours.

My eyes literally turn to hearts when I see you.

I’ve missed a thousand sunsets just to look at your eyes.

You’re my favorite. My favorite pair of eyes to look into. My favorite name to see appear on my phone. My favorite way to spend

When my eyes meet yours I get this overwhelming emotion I can’t put into words.

You’re the apple of my eye.

Looking into your eyes is like watching the sunrise; I can never get enough of it. Have a beautiful day, my special one!

Was there time for her life to flash before her eyes? Was I there?

She looked at me and smiled widely, and such a wide smile on her narrow face might have looked goofy were it not for the unimpeachably elegant green in her eyes.

The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall.

I couldn’t believe what I had done to him, his eyes glittering green like Alaska’s but sunk deep into dark sockets, like a green-eyed, still-breathing ghost, and don’t no don’t don’t die, Alaska. Don’t die.

The Lord is in control, my child. Keep your hands on the wheel and your eyes on the road ahead.

It isn’t always a change of scenery needed to make life better. Sometimes it simply requires opening your eyes.

She looked into Isabel’s trusting eyes and said, “Do not ever be afraid to start over.”

Gabrielle, I need you to keep your eyes open. Keep your eyes open. Let’s talk about something. I remember you were a great rider. Every event you were in, every competition, you’d win everything. I remember you were just about eleven years-old, you won five events in one day. That’s really something. Gabrielle, stay with me. You can do it. We’re going to be home soon. I’ll take care of you. You got so much life left. You got so many things you got to do. So many things.

January, we’ve got our eye on you.

But for me the sweetest contact with God has no form. I close my eyes, look within, and enter a deep soft silence. The infinity of God’s creation embraces me.

To You I lift up my eyes, O You who are enthroned in the heavens!

I bet you’ve never seen a pig fly. Well, you aren’t been looking through my eyes.

Keep your head up, because then you can look into the eyes on your enemies and tell them that you are not afraid of them and you can be as cruel as them but you chose not to be because you are a better person than they are.

But please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up,
Forgive but don’t forget, girl keep your head up.

Keep your head up high and look the world straight in the eye. The best is always yet to come.

Women say they love but never more than the eyes.

Do I fear the sleepless nights? You have no idea how long the dark lasts when you cannot close your eyes to it.

Every closed eye is not sleeping, and every open eye is not seeing.

Black as–the centre of an eye, the centre, a blackness
that sucks at light. I love your vigilance.

Night, first mother of songs, give me the voice to sing of you
in those fingers lies the bridle of the four winds.

Crying out, offering words of homage to you, I am
only a shell where the ocean is still sounding.

But I have looked too long into human eyes.
Reduce me now to ashes–Night, like a black sun.

Whelk was not sleeping… he rarely closed his eyes for longer than a few hours at a stretch. He rolled in his bedsheets. He sat bolt upright, woken by whispers… His sleep patterns and energy seemed dictated by something larger and more powerful than himself, ebbing and flowing like an uneven tide.

My eyelids are heavy, but my thoughts are heavier.

Melanin touches your eyes like the sun kissed bliss of mankind.

I am afflicted, afflicted, afflicted!
Sleep has deserted my eyes
Through my longing for Thee…

An insomniac is either asleep with one eye open, or awake with both eyes shut.

As long as I am breathing, in my eyes, I am just beginning.

A lighthouse may seem old and cracked
But can save you when you fight against the gale
And so you look for a pair of bright eyes
When everything else seems to fail.

Let these eyes be a lighthouse. Let these arms be a safe harbour. Let this heart be a long awaited shore.

When I first open my eyes upon the morning meadows and look out upon the beautiful world, I thank God I am alive.

50 shades of dark circles under my eyes.

Third eye of the sea,
the lonely lighthouse
never sleeps.

There was something in her eyes! Her eyes were expressive and from the first day that they met, they spoke to him a million things! He could know which night she had cried, which night she had slept peacefully and which night of hers had been spent in complete sleeplessness.

Care keeps his watch in every old man’s eye,
And where care lodges, sleep will never lie.

The kingdom of sleep demands its forfeits, and the world looks very different through eyes cracked and yellow with its denial.

My eyes are open but my mind is asleep.

Only the insomniac looks on with open eyes, like a cadaver who forgot to die.

If you close your eyes, no lighthouse can help you!

Stay in your lane, keep your eyes and faith on yourself.

“I’m delirious,” said Howl. “Spots are crawling before my eyes.”
“Those are spiders,” said Sophie. “Why can’t you cure yourself with a spell?”
“Because there is no cure for a cold,” Howl said dolefully.

God gave us eyes to see the beauty in nature… and hearts to see the beauty in each other.

Be thankful for today because, in the blink of an eye, your whole existence might change.

I tend to think my eye’s vision is still 20/20, because they mind their own business.

Stay in your lane and keep your eyes on yourself.