The log lady diaries 6
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Yet there are those who open many eyes.
Eyes are the mirror of the soul, someone has said.
So we look closely at the eyes to see the nature of the soul.
Somewimes when we see the eyes--those horrible times when we see the eyes, eyes that... that have no soul--then we know a darkness, then we wonder: where is the beauty?
There is none if the eyes are soulless.
Eyes are the mirror of the soul, someone has said.
So we look closely at the eyes to see the nature of the soul.
Somewimes when we see the eyes--those horrible times when we see the eyes, eyes that... that have no soul--then we know a darkness, then we wonder: where is the beauty?
There is none if the eyes are soulless.
3 comments:
"Avaunt! and quit my sight! let the earth hide thee!
Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold;
Thou hast no speculation in those eyes
Which thou dost glare with!"
Macbeth
This Shakespeare guy, he had everything before anybody ;-)
C'est vrai, un regard peut nous apprendre bien des choses, les yeux le miroir de l'ame.
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