For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night. — Edmund Spenser Copy Share Image
“The eyes would never be joyous, any more than they could ever turn green or blue, but they too had wakened in… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The most remarkable thing about him were his eyes. They were laughing eyes, at once both joyous and tender: they were the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
