A Quote by Stephen Colbert

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then why does it hurt when I spray them with Windex? — © Stephen Colbert
If the eyes are the window to the soul, then why does it hurt when I spray them with Windex?
The magician was studying her face with his green eyes. "Your face is wet," he said worriedly. "I hope that's spray. If you've become human enough to cry, then no magic in the world — oh, it must be spray. Come with me. It had better be spray.
If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.
I've had problems with my eyes, and my legs hurt if I walk a great deal. That's due to very bad circulation. It's called claudication, and it's painful. So I have to stop if I'm walking, and pretending I'm looking in the window, so that I can rest them a little bit and then start off again.
If the eyes are the window to your soul open eyes bring the cold.
Fear is one of the elements of nonlethal weaponry. You're going to get hurt, and you don't want to get hurt. Pepper spray hurts. You don't want to be sprayed. That's why it's a useful deterrent as a nonlethal weapon - I'm not advocating spraying people randomly.
They say the eyes are the window to the soul.
The Eyes are the window to your soul
The eyes are the window to where the soul is supposed to be.
It's true about the eyes being the window to the soul. Your face can be etched with worry, and twisted by ageing, but the eyes tell the true story of who you are.
Being hurt is a pesky part of being human. You are bound to meet people who will hurt you again and again. Instead of asking them why again and again, ask yourself why you let them again and again. As Mahatma Gandhi once said, "Nobody can hurt you without your permission."
It does not hurt weak eyes to look into beautiful eyes never so long.
Look in my eyes, see what I see Do what I do, be what I be Walk in my shoes, hurt your feet Then know why I do dirt in the street.
If I'm honest, I suppose there's something I don't want people to see in my eyes. They really are the window to the soul.
I'll not hurt thee, says Uncle Toby, rising with the fly in his hand. Go, he says, opening the window to let it escape. Why should I hurt thee? This world is surely wide enough to hold both thee and me.
The eye is the window of the soul; even an animal looks for a man's intentions right into his eyes.
I came from a real tough neighborhood. Why, every time I shut the window I hurt somebody's fingers.
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