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For she had eyes and chose me.
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looks
love-story
lovers
love
eyes
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William Shakespeare |
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Can you be happy with the movies, and the ads, and the clothes in the stores, and the doctors, and the eyes as you walk down the street all telling you there is something wrong with you? No. You cannot be happy. Because, you poor darling baby, you believe them.
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happiness
society
judgement
movies
eyes
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Katherine Dunn |
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But when they made love he was offended by her eyes. They behaved as though they belonged to someone else. Someone watching. Looking out of the window at the sea. At a boat in the river. Or a passerby in the mist in a hat. He was exasperated because he didn't know what that look . He put it somewhere between indifference and despair. He didn't know that in some places, like the country that Rahel came from, various kinds of despair competed for primacy. And that despair could never be desperate enough. That something happened when personal turmoil dropped by at the wayside shrine of the vast, violent, circling, driving, ridiculous, insane, unfeasible, public turmoil of a nation. That Big God howled like a hot wind, and demanded obeisance. Then Small God (cozy and contained, private and limited) came away cauterized, laughing numbly at his own temerity. Inured by the confirmation of his own inconsequence, he became resilient and truly indifferent. Nothing mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered, the less it mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and the horror of peace, Worse Things kept happening. So Small God laughed a hollow laugh, and skipped away cheerfully. Like a rich boy in shorts. He whistled, kicked stones. The source of his brittle elation was the relative smallness of his misfortune. He climbed into people's eyes and became an exasperating expression.
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war
exasperation
smallness
public
personal
indifference
nationality
peace
desperation
despair
eyes
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Arundhati Roy |
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"Calvin said, "Do you know that this is the first time I've seen you without your glasses?" "I'm blind as a bat without them. I'm near-sighted, like father." "Well, you know what, you've got dream-boat eyes," Calvin said. "Listen, you go right on wearing your glasses. I don't think I want anybody else to see what gorgeous eyes you have."
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near-sighted
glasses
eyes
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.
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skies
tris
tobias
eyes
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Veronica Roth |
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She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.
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personality
inspirational
eyes
looking
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Ernest Hemingway |
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"We don't take orders from you, Sergeant." Quain said. "Your man tried to assassinate-" "He isn't mine. man has eyes that change color with the seasons."
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seasons
color
avry
kerrick
eyes
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Maria V. Snyder |
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His blue-green eyes were dark pools of immeasurable depth, pools you could drown yourself in and never again come up for air.
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romance
eyes
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Robert Thier |
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"Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched--by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever." (p.33)"
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madness
prayer
depression
god
asymmetry
atlantic
blind-man
blossom
left-eye
living-things
nineteen-years-old
power-of-sight
clock
tree
sacraments
bones
starlight
apple
wind
autumn
colors
smile
questions
mirror
horror
journey
eyes
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Tim Willocks |
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"So with curious eyes and sick surmise We watched him day by day, And wondered if each one of us Would end the self-same way,
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oscar-wilde
soul
eyes
hell
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Oscar Wilde |
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"Perception requires imagination because the data people encounter in their lives are never complete and always equivocal. For example, most people consider that the greatest evidence of an event one can obtain is to see it with their own eyes, and in a court of law little is held in more esteem than eyewitness testimony. Yet if you asked to display for a court a video of the same quality as the unprocessed data catptured on the retina of a human eye, the judge might wonder what you were tryig to put over. For one thing, the view will have a blind spot where the optic nerve attaches to the retina. Moreover, the only part of our field of vision with good resolution is a narrow area of about 1 degree of visual angle around the retina's center, an area the width of our thumb as it looks when held at arm's length. Outside that region, resolution drops off sharply. To compensate, we constantly move our eyes to bring the sharper region to bear on different portions of the scene we wish to observe. And so the pattern of raw data sent to the brain is a shaky, badly pixilated picture with a hole in it. Fortunately the brain processes the data, combining input from both eyes, filling in gaps on the assumption that the visual properties of neighboring locations are similar and interpolating. The result - at least until age, injury, disease, or an excess of mai tais takes its toll - is a happy human being suffering from the compelling illusion that his or her vision is sharp and clear. We also use our imagination and take shortcuts to fill gaps in patterns of nonvisual data. As with visual input, we draw conclusions and make judgments based on uncertain and incomplete information, and we conclude, when we are done analyzing the patterns, that out "picture" is clear and accurate. But is it?" --
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reality
perception
eyes
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Leonard Mlodinow |
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There is more beauty than our eyes can bear, precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm.
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courage
world
kindness
life
love
inspirational
fortitude
brave
precious
stewardship
grace
deception
kind
eyes
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Marilynne Robinson |
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She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good.
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great-expectations
pretty
eyes
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Charles Dickens |
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Love gives you eyes.
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christianity
spirituality
love
philosophy
inspirational
jesus-shock
theology
eyes
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Peter Kreeft |
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The stars were only sparks of the fire which devoured us. Should that fire die out one day, there would be nothing left in the sky but dead stars, dead eyes.
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hopelessness
stars
night
eyes
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Elie Wiesel |
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[S]he stood for some moments gazing at the sisters, with affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other.
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expression
hypocrisy
eyes
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Charles Dickens |
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Even when they did not look at each other or speak to each other, he could feel a powerful current between them.
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romance
skin
eyes
pleasure
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Anaïs Nin |
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We scarcely know how much of our pleasure and interest in life comes to us through our eyes until we have to do without them; and part of that pleasure is that the eyes can choose where to look. But the ears can't choose where to listen.
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choice
ears
eyes
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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Eyes as black and as shiny as chips of obsidian stared back into his. They were eyes like black holes, letting nothing out, not even information.
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eyes
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Neil Gaiman |
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If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.
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edward
soul
eyes
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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His eyes reflected the open grey of the autumnal sky.
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grey-eyes
open
sky
autumn
description
him
eyes
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Juliet Marillier |
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If you had weak eyes, they needed exercise to get strong. Glasses were like crutches. They prevented people with feeble eyes from seeing the world on their own.
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eyesight
parenting-tip
glasses
eyes
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Jeannette Walls |
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I've been in auditions without screens, and I can assure you that I was prejudiced. I began to listen with my eyes, and there is no way that your eyes don't affect your judgement. The only true way to listen is with your ears and your heart. (p.251)
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prejudice
science
music
heart
blink
ears
screens
nonfiction
hypocrisy
judgement
justice
eyes
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Malcolm Gladwell |
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"Oh, now my Erin, she'd smile down on me no matter where I walked." Grandpop smiled that little smile again. "But I'd be separated from her, and I'd feel that separation in my soul, you see?" Nathan shook his head. Grandpop sighed. "You have the Irish eyes, boy. One of these days, you'll see from eyes, not your own, feel with a heart outside your chest. Wild Irish eyes. Nathan. When you love, love well and love true, and take care, lad, because those Irish eyes are windows into not just your own soul, but the soul of the one you love." Grandpop looked out at his Erin's grave. "And when you lose that heart, you can't leave the places where your memories are the best. And if I left her, I'd not be buried beside her."
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elite
grandpop
lora
ops
malone
nathan
leigh
wild
irish
eyes
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Lora Leigh |
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I've traveled. All over. I've never seen anything like you. How could anything be put together like you? Do you know how beautiful you are? Have you looked at yourself?' 'I'm looking now.
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seeing
love
see
eyes
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Toni Morrison |
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For there was nothing in his eyes but the black night and the cold stars.
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stars
morpheus
sandman
neil-gaiman
star
cold
night
eyes
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Susanna Clarke |
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Go on, glare your eyes at me, and cry and plead, and talk to me about money and what it can buy. But it can't buy back a child once he's dead!
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kids
youth
death
life
glare
glares
glaring
money-monetary
plead
buy
pleading
baby
kid
cry
talk
crying
talking
child
children
young
dead
eyes
young-adults
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V.C. Andrews |
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I am too rich already, for my eyes mint gold. -
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wealth
beauty-in-nature
gold
riches
eyes
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Mervyn Peake |
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"Lords of spirit, Lords of breath, Lords of fireflies, stars, and light, Who will keep the world from death?
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|
stars
light
world
spirit
death
fireflies
breath
blue-eyes
sight
night
eyes
|
Madeleine L'Engle |
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Other people's eyes are limitless and that's what scares me.
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story
people
love
eyes
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Sophie Kinsella |
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What the eyes had seen could not be erased.
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seen
eyes
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Frank Herbert |
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St. John's eyes, though clear enough in a literal sense, in a figurative one were difficult to fathom. He seemed to use them rather as instruments to search other people's thoughts, than as agents to reveal his own: the which combination of keenness and reserve was considerably more calculated to embarrass than to encourage.
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eyes
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Charlotte Brontë |
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But I know Jesus arose. I feel his presence now, here, with me. I see the evidence of his Word everyday. From creation forth, the whole world is witness to God's plan revealed through his Son. From the beginning, he prepared us. In the passing of the seasons; in the way flowers spring forth, die, and drop seeds for life to begin again; in the sunset and sunrise. Jesus' sacrifice is reenacted every day of our lives if we but have the eyes to see.
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|
seasons
jesus
sacrifice
god
witness
sunset
evidence
flowers
die
eyes
sunrise
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Francine Rivers |
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The speech of God's beautiful woman is a fountain of life to those around her.
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woman
faith
god
life
fountain
lady-like
her
christian
girl
nice
lady
pretty
speech
eyes
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Elizabeth George |
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"He said, "Were he only like his sister--what a difference that would make! For there never was such a sweet and gentle lady! I hear her footsteps, as she goes about the world. I hear the swish-swish-swish of her silken gown and the jingle-jangle of the silver chain about her neck. Her smile is full of comfort and her eyes are kind and happy! How I long to see her!" "Who, sir?" asked Paramore, puzzled. "Why, his sister, John. His sister."
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|
death
sandman
sister
neil-gaiman
smile
lady
eyes
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Susanna Clarke |
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Just as mental toughness and physical energy are the primary traits of an army, they also mark God's beautiful woman.
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|
woman
women
strength
god
love
mental
toughness
trait
physical
energy
christian
beautiful
eyes
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Elizabeth George |
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She is trying to control me with fear, because she cannot control me any other way. My eyes open wide. They burn as if they are on fire--no, as if they are made of fire. Eyes are the window to the soul.
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fear
flames
window
fire
soul
eyes
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Beth Revis |
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When we view ourselves through the lens of God's Word, we better understand God's love for us and the worth we have in His eyes.
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|
worth
men
women
inspire
god
love
lens
view
understand
word
value
christian
eyes
|
Elizabeth George |
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We must pay a price if we are to become priceless.
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|
faith
god
love
gem
priceless
price
pay
cost
christian
eyes
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Elizabeth George |
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[...]when he closed his eyes, the torrent of longing waiting inside was so thick he thought he might drown in it.
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love
longing
eyes
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Aimee Bender |
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He touched her cheek, and he looked into her eyes. He saw his whole world there
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|
world
love
eyes
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Julia Quinn |
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Her eyes, which refused to meet mine, had the defensive coldness of those who are determined to lose hope.
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|
the-sea-the-sea
iris-murdoch
giving-up
determined
hopeless
eyes
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iris murdoch |
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Then turn your eyes back on me, and tell me that Cathy and I are still children to be treated with condescension, and are incapable of understanding adult subjects.
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|
understanding
kids
told
treated
condescension
incapable
subjects
adults
understand
kid
child
children
teens
eyes
young-adults
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V.C. Andrews |
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"You're an asshole." "And you're a bitch," he says. "A bitch with a kick-ass smile and eyes that can seriously screw with a guy's head."
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|
brittany-ellis
bitch
smile
compliment
eyes
|
Simone Elkeles |
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Without faith, people perish, and they are perishing before our eyes
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|
people
faith
god
way-of-life
eyes
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Walker Percy |
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"...I love you," he said to her, although at that point he was certain she could no longer comprehend the words. "I'd trade places with you in an instant, Mandy Valems... you never deserved this... why would anyone do something so terrible!?" A cold chill froze his heart when he saw her empty eyes again. The fluorescent lights in the dim room sparked to life all of a sudden, brightness so sharp that it startled him. In a flash, sharp and sudden, quicker than a lightning strike, the bulbs flickered and exploded with a few jingling pops."
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grief
loss
death
friendship
heart
love
dim
bulb
fluorescent
lobotomy
psychosurgery
explode
electricity
mental-hospital
depressing
tragic
empty
i-love-you
hospital
eyes
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Rebecca McNutt |
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A pretty face and a beautiful body blind a man more quickly than any poker through the eyes.
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|
man
face
body
blind
pretty
eyes
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Francine Rivers |
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"They met in the library searching for old Sidney Sheldon books. Her silence and calmness drew her to him. His brooding nature drew him to her. Conversations flowed like the waters of a water-fall! And every time they met their conversations sparked flames like the forest caught in a wild fire!
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reading
eyes
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Avijeet Das |
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Then turn your eyes back on me, and tell me that Cathy and I are still children to be treated with condescension, and are incapable of understanding adult subjects. We haven't remained idle, twiddling our thumbs while you were off having a good time.
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|
understanding
kids
youth
philosophy
wisdom
abandonement
adult-subjects
condescension
good-time
thumbs
incapable
subjects
away
idleness
understand
experience
children
condescending
eyes
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V.C. Andrews |
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That bowl was special because of the blue. It exactly matched your eyes.
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|
ian
ming-bowl
eyes
|
Jennifer Ashley |
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Her mouth smiled, smiled hard, but her eyes did not smile, ever. Her eyes watched and looked for something they knew they'd never find.
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emotion
smile
eyes
|
Mary Gaitskill |
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what good would it do her to have beautiful bright eyes such as these if there is no one to see them.
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|
inspirational
eyes
|
José Saramago |
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Jemima was not pretty, the flatness and shortness of her face made her almost plain; yet most people looked twice at her expressive countenance, at the eyes which flamed or melted at every trifle, at the rich colour which came at every expressed emotion into her usually sallow face, at the faultless teeth which made her smile like a sunbeam.
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|
countenance
jemima-bradshaw
not-pretty
plain
smile
beautiful
eyes
|
Elizabeth Gaskell |
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"Geraldine keeps her eyes trained on him as she slowly reaches into her purse, wrapping her fingers around her gun. "...Callo, I'm so sorry that your life ended up this way," she sighs as she gets out of her side of the car, her feet burning from the cold as her high heels sink into the fallen snow. "Aren't you scared?" "I'm you, Geraldine... I fell into the same trap as you, anyway," Callo answers. His large eyes are shining with tears, but he doesn't seem afraid in the least. "...The dead don't feel anything, you know... not even guilt or regret. So, what is there to be afraid of?"
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|
depression
emotion
fear
death
friendship
apology
forlornness
usurer
high-heels
forlorn
purse
revolver
lonliness
friend
trap
gun
tears
regret
kill
depressed
dead
guilt
die
eyes
dying
mental-illness
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Rebecca McNutt |
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There was something about those cold, cold eyes that set off sparks in her. Not just sparks. A timber fire. He found something deep inside her that had never been touched before and it ignited just for him.
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|
shifter
paranormal-romance
eyes
|
Christine Feehan |
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Perhaps it was the approach of death that had opened his eyes wide and made him see so clearly.
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|
eyes
|
Francine Rivers |
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His eyes saved him. What they insisted on seeing and reporting to him took him out of the autism of terror.
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|
seeing
vision
terror
eyes
|
Ursula K. Le Guin |
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Or was that fatalism another good move in design space? Did the universe evolve eyes and wings and sense organs and bitter amusement at the prospect of death all the same way?
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universe
death
fatalism
organs
design
wings
eyes
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James S.A. Corey |
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Waiting in the reception area, she had flicked through a news magazine that had been lying on the table for clients to read while waiting for their appointment. On the cover there had been a picture of a well-known politician, a man famous for his rudeness and aggression. She had looked at the eyes--the piercing, accusing eyes, and had seen only an impenetrable, defensive anger. Nothing--no forced smiles nor rehearsed protestation of concern, could cancel out the cold selfishness of those eyes.
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personality
politicians
eyes
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Alexander McCall Smith |
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I closed my eyes then but it was too dark to clearly see that vision that my body would conjure out of blood and the inside of skin when light hit it, but I'd seen it so often, examined it so carefully, that it wasn't hard for me to call to mind.
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|
call-to-mind
closed-eyes
conjuration
the-inside-of-skin
too-dark
examination
remember
eyes
|
China Miéville |