Quotes About Iris

The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass everything, stared back at him.

Iris was too languid and too used to Mrs. Drake's discursive style to inquire why the mention of Dr. Gaskell should have reminded her aunt of the local grocer, though had she done so, she would have received the immediate response: "Because the grocer's name is Cranford, my dear." Aunt Lucilla's reasoning was always crystal clear to herself.

My eyes change colors - weird!

Rheumatoid arthritis generally happens when your immune system attacks your joints, but I've had it attack my iris.

Driving home after her first night course at San Francisco State University, Iris was adrift in the darkness. She rarely travelled this far south in the city.

I see the way you look at him, and he looks at you. Don't question love, Iris. It may have come to you in an inconvenient form, one that society finds scandalous, but it's a gift from God. A reminder that this institution can't interfere with natural processes, like laughter, prayer, a dream that comes to you in sleep. Or love. Do with it what you want, but know it means God still sees you not as a lunatic but as His child.

Iris from sea brings wind or mighty rain.

Amanda raised her glass in a toast. "Here's a wet one to Saint Iris of the Hummocks!" Then she winced and scowled at Riker, who had kicked her under the table. Polly raised her glass and quoted from Hamlet: "And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes. From the western half of the sky the sun was shying little golden disks at the sea--if you gazed intently enough you could see them skip from wave tip to wave tip until they joined a broad collar of golden coin that was collecting half a mile out and would eventually be a dazzling sunset.

The subtlety of your visual attention. You could alert me or change the subject with a contraction of your iris.

In the afternoon, when Grace was just about to ruin her dinner with a big bowl of popcorn while looking through various online floral arrangements on her laptop, there was a light tapping at her back door. She pulled the curtain to peek out through the window in the door and was shocked to see Iris. She opened the door. "Don't newlyweds lay around in bed for several days after the wedding?

Wind passed again; the iris shuddered about the diamond chip.

Dead my old fine hopes And dry my dreaming but still... Iris, blue each spring

These my sky-robes, spun out of Iris' woof.

fears that the FBI, whose computer technology record has been marred by expensive failures, could not guarantee the data's security. "If someone steals and spoofs your iris image, you can't just get a new eyeball," Saffo said.

even before I got close enough to see the flecks of hazel-gold around the iris I had her pegged as being fayer than the client list of a New Zealand casting agency.

I am trapped in a bad novel," Iris announced, to no one in particular.

Lovely country, isn't it. Do you know this part of the world? No. He said, suddenly stretching out his hands, Oh, the sea, the sea—it's so wonderful.

Gwen went up to Cambridge and read Moral Sciences and started on a Ph.D. thesis on Frege.

Philosophy is often a matter of finding occasions on which to say the obvious

Time slips slowly away until Iris's coffee is a memory of bitterness dusted with cocoa

Mother (fragment) ...You asked me if I would be sad when it happened and I am sad. But the iris I moved from your house now hold in the dusty dry fists of their roots green knives and forks as if waiting for dinner, as if spring were a feast. I thank you for that. Were it not for the way you taught me to look at the world, to see the life at play in everything, I would have to be lonely forever.

She got lost then in the striations in the iris of Edda's left eye. These were immensely complex, and of all colors, having about them the same balance of order and wildness as exposed tree roots, tendrils of smoke in the wind, tongues of wild flame, the swirling of water where rivers came together.

His eyes were green.