As I experience it, appreciation of beauty is access to the soul. With beauty in our lives, we walk and carry ourselves more lightly and with a different look in our eyes. To look into the eyes of someone beholding beauty is to look through the windows of the soul. Anytime we catch a glimpse of soul, beauty is there; anytime we catch our breath and feel "How beautiful!," the soul is present.
The eyes are the windows of the soul.... If someone was to look into your eyes, what would you want them to see?
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There is a saying, 'Eyes are the windows to the soul.' It means, mostly, people can see through someone else by eye contact in seven seconds. I have a habit that if I meet someone I don't know, I'd like to look at her or his eyes on purpose. When my eyes lay on them, I can immediately see their true color.
The hardest skill to master was finding the right lash for my eye. Eyes are the windows to the soul, and some windows need blinds instead of curtains.
I put some red stuff on my mouth and cheeks so I look healthy - any old red lip pencil and a lip colour from Dr. Hauschka in a crushed berry tone. I never put anything on my eyes, or I look like Joan Crawford.
The eyes, it is said, are windows to the soul. They are not. They are organs for converting light into electro-magnetic impulses. But this has never stopped us dreaming of them that way.
The eyes are the windows of the soul.
The eyes are the windows to the soul
People say that eyes are windows to the soul.
Hands are the medium of expression, as eyes are the windows to the soul.
If the eyes are the windows to the soul, you're not going to like the view.
I need no dictionary of quotations to remind me that the eyes are the windows of the soul.
...notice how he will come to manhood with his own particular soul bespeaking itself through the windows which are his eyes, and such lovely eyes surely do prophesy and indicate the loveliest of souls.
Something flickers across his bloodshot eyes. Pain.
The windows of my soul are made of one-way glass, don't bother looking into my eyes if there's something you want to know, just ask