Eager eye and willing ear.

Rogue Wave - Eyes

Missed the last train home.
Birds pass by to tell me that I’m not alone.
Well I’m pushing myself to finish this part,
Can handle a lot,
But one thing I’m missing…is in your eyes.

In your eyes.

Have you seen this film?
It reminds me of walking through the avenues.
We’ll be washin’ my hands of attachments, yeah,
land on the ground, one thing I’m missing…is in your eyes.

In your eyes.

Bach~Bist du bei mir - YouTube

Bist du bei mir,
geh ich mit Freuden
zum Sterben und zu meiner Ruh.
Ach, wie vergnügt
wär so mein Ende,
es drückten deine schönen Hände
mir die getreuen Augen zu!

“I got rid of my injured feelings for the time, by kicking them into the brewery wall, and twisting them out of my hair, and then l smoothed my face with my sleeve, and came from behind the gate.”

—   Charles Dickens - Great Expectations



“Sold. I’m ever open ears and open eyes.”

—   Bon Iver - Calgary

The Great Gatsby - F. Scott Fitzgerald

As I watched him he adjusted himself a little, visibly. His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn’t be over-dreamed—that voice was a deathless song.

Cut Copy - Far Away

"One thing that I just can’t conceive
is how to let you go.”

59 Quick Slang Phrases From The 1920s We Should Start Using Again - By NICO LANG

My favorites of the list:

Ankle: to walk

“Applesauce!”: “Horsefeathers!”

“Bank’s closed!”: what you tell someone to stop making out

Berries: like “bee’s knees,” denotes that something is good, desirable or pleasing. “That sounds like berries to me!”

Cancelled stamp: a shy, lonely female, the type one would describe as a “wallflower”

Cheaters: Glasses or bifocals

Choice bit of calico: a desirable woman

Iron one’s shoelaces: to excuse oneself for the restroom

Jorum of skee: a swig of alcohol, particularly hard liquor

Know your onions: to know what’s up or what’s going on

“Let’s blouse!”: “Let’s blow this popsicle stand!”

“Now you’re on the trolley!”: “Now you’ve gotten it right!”

“…He’s got… what is it that Frenchmen have?” 
“No, not beards, something else. Begins with a journey. Ha!” said Mr Clutterbuck, memory returning to its throne,“Journey say quar.”

—   P.G. Wodehouse