These eyes, tho' clear To outward view of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot, Nor to their… — John Milton Copy Share Image
For thee I dim these eye and stuff this head With all such reading as was never read. — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Nights in white satin never reaching the end Letters I've written never meaning to send Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes… — Justin Hayward Copy Share Image
I am in Rome! Oft as the morning ray Visits these eyes, waking at once I cry, Whence this excess of joy?… — Samuel Rogers Copy Share Image
He it is, the innermost one, who awakens my being with his deep hidden touches. He it is who puts his enchantment… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
These eyes weren't made for crying, this love wasn't made to waste. These arms weren't made for battle, but to share in… — Ben Harper Copy Share Image
Traveller, let your step be light, So that sleep these eyes may close, For poor Scarron, till to-night, Ne'er was able e'en… — Paul Scarron Copy Share Image
You drive the landscape like a herd of clouds Moving against your horizontal tower Of steadfast speed. All England lies beneath you… — Stephen Spender Copy Share Image
These eyes see the incredible benevolence of the universe, which is completely trustworthy in all respects. There is nothing to fear. Everything… — Suzanne Segal Copy Share Image
Nothing appears to be something. The human experience is a senseory organ for the divine self. Through these eyes, the divine gets… — Adyashanti Copy Share Image
I walk into this room All eyes on me now But I do not know the people inside Look straight through me… — Dave Matthews Copy Share Image
God is there only if you surrender. Surrender makes anything God. Surrender give you the eyes, and everything that is brought to… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
“Small is the number of them that see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.” — Albert Einstein Copy Share Image
I have seen the glories of art and architecture, and mountain and river; I have seen the sunset on the Jungfrau, and… — George Frisbie Hoar Copy Share Image
Somewhere beyond the curtain Of distorting days Lives that lonely thing That shone before these eyes Targeted, trod like Spring. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
Love is Enough Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,… — William Morris Copy Share Image
