“His eyes met mine at the soft touch, and a chime seemed to shake the ley line, realigning the universe.
He was mine.”
Source: Ever After
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“It's not all of a sudden," he said, his eyes locked on mine. "It's always.”
Source: We'll Always Have Summer
And Thou Too (1888)
Context: For the way is not strown with petal soft,
It is covered with hearts that weep,
And the wounds I tread touch a deeper source
Than you think it mine to keep. Down the years I shall move without you,
Yet ever must feel the blow
That caused me a deeper pain to give
Than you will ever know.
Variant: I'm only going to be here for a time, then leave you." His gaze met mine. "And I will cry when I go, because I could love you forever.
Source: Black Magic Sanction
“It was the eyes that did it. [timid giggle] I liked the way he painted eyes and he liked mine.”
Stated at a time when Margaret Keane was still going along with the fraud that her husband was the painter of the Big Eyed waifs.
Cited by Jane Howard, " The Man Who Paints Those Big Eyes: The Phenomenal Success of Walter Keane https://books.google.com/books?id=WFMEAAAAMBAJ&pg=PA39," LIFE 59, no. 9 (27 August 1965), p. 45.
1965, Cited by Jane Howard
“The line "because you're mine, I walk the line."”
It kept coming to me, you know? But I was — I was … young and not been married too long. Yes, it kept coming to me. Because you're mine, I walk the line. And then the words just naturally flowed. It was an easy song to write.
CNN interview (2002)
I Walk the Line
Song lyrics, Johnny Cash with His Hot and Blue Guitar (1957)
“In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance.”
Source: To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618), Lines 55 - 70
Context: Yet must I not give nature all: thy art,
My gentle Shakspeare, must enjoy a part.
For though the poet's matter nature be,
His art doth give the fashion. And that he
Who casts to write a living line, must sweat,
(Such as thine arc) and strike the second heat
Upon the muses anvil; turn the fame,
And himself with it, that he thinks to frame;
Or for the laurel, he may gain a scorn,
For a good poet's made, as well as born.
And such wert thou. Look how the father's face
Lives in his issue, even so the race
Of Shakspeare's mind and manners brightly shines
In his well-turned, and true filed lines:
In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance.