Samuel Beckett Quotes

The most important thing in the face is the eyes, and if you can make the eyes talk, you're halfway there.

I mean, I come from a hippie mentality where I just think to know someone, you need to look into their eyes. Eyes are so important. Until they start melon-balling eyes out, I won't be able to get to know someone another way.

Eyes open, then," I say, tapping the skin between my eyebrows. I don’t really need her eyes to be on mine, but I feel better when they are.

He put his cold hands on either side of my face and fixed his golden eyes on mine. "Would you please tell me what you're thinking? Before I go mad?

She looks at me. She does. She.

As Logan walked towards her, he smiled as if reading her mind and opened his arms.

In my arms is a woman who has given me a Skywatcher's Cloud Chart, a woman who knows all my secrets, a woman who knows just how messed up my mind is, how many pills I'm on, and yet she allows me to hold her anyway. There's something honest about all this, and I cannot imagine any other woman lying in the middle of a frozen soccer field with me - in the middle of a snowstorm even - impossibly hoping to see a single cloud break free of a nimbostratus.

Look your significant other in the eyes, make that connection.

No, no I'm not, no, but I just think... when people are naked it tells you a lot about their relationships.

I don't have any fear of intimacy, but rather thrive on it, which is rare in a public person.

You can convey a lot of emotion with just some eyebrows and mouth movement.

I don't fear commitment and people in my world getting too close.

Some guys find eating face-to-face weirdly intense. But sitting on the same side of the table allows both intermittent physical contact and eye contact.

Remember when i slept with my head in a puddle at your feet? It was humility, or atonement. later your ankle was a pillow and finally you pulled me up and in my sleep i placed your hand above my heart, like i forgot i didn't live there anymore

Marco knows he does not have the time to push her away, so he pulls her close, burying his face in her hair, his bowler hat torn from his head by the wind...."Trust me," Celia whispers in his ear, and he stops fighting it, forgetting everything but her.

When I can really open myself up to someone and show someone who I really am, it's amazing when it happens.

Staying vulnerable is a risk we have to take if we want to experience connection.

If you hold me, I will let you into my dreams.

Let me hear your body talk.

Don't. Please, just let me hold you a little bit longer," he mumbled into my hair

Always before, I just said no, left it solidly there. I waver now. I want to share everything with him. Want to know what he knows, feel what he feels, share the same space he's in.

There is a proverb that says, ‘Talk so that I may know who you are.’ But I say, ‘Show me your eyes and I will know who you are.

Just looking at each other is something really moving to me, more so than the nudity.