Quotes About Eyes

As the autumn deepens, the fathomless lakes of their eyes assume an ever more sorrowful hue. The leaves turn color, the grasses wither; the beasts sense the advance of a long, hungry season. And bowing to their vision, I too know a sadness.

With the advent of winter, her eyes seemed to take on a greater transparency, a transparency that lead nowhere. Occassionally, for no particular reason, Naoko would gaze into my eyes as if searching for something. Each time I was filled with odd sensations of lonliness and inadequecy.

Something in her small eyes caught the sunlight and glistened, like a glacier on the faraway face of a mountain.

There was something strange about her eyes. They were mysteriously lacking in depth. They were lovely eyes, but they did not seem to be looking at anything. They were all surface, like glass eyes. But of course they were not glass eyes. They moved, and their lids blinked.

Reading aloud is different from just following sentences with your eyes. Something quite unexpected wells up in your mind, a kind of indefinable resonance that I find impossible to resist.

Back within those eyes there was a deep world, a world beyond time.

She reads with great concentration. Her eyes rarely move from the pages of the book.

I noticed for the first time that his expression was completely changed - strangely expressionless, eyes out of focus. He seemed to be staring into a void.

Her long hair is loosely tied back, her face very refined and intelligent-looking, with beautiful eyes and a shadowy smile playing over her lips, a smile whose sense of completeness is indescribable. It reminds me of a small, sunny spot, the special patch of sunlight you find only in some remote, secluded place.

But she would never have set eyes on him or given him the time of day if he hadn't become filthy rich. His money had indeed bought him love. Given what he had seen of the world, the exchange of love for money seemed to be one of the commodities that never wavered - it was as dependable an investment as electricity.

Every time I have had a heavenly vision, I have been undone by Jesus's eyes of love.

En los ojos del espantoso intérprete brillaba un ansia de destrucción tan burlona, y sus delgados labios se movían de modo tan lúgubremente agitado, que parecía como si murmurara antiquísimas y malvadas palabras mágicas para conjurar la tempestad y desencadenar los espíritus malignos que yacen atrapados en las profundidades abismales del mar.

Children wish fathers looked but with their eyes; fathers that children with their judgment looked; and either may be wrong.

When you close your eyes to tragedy, you close your eyes to greatness.

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

In baseball you train the whole body, except for the hip and eyes.

I know I'm the most scrutinized trainer and have millions of eyes on me. But you know what? I don't have a problem with that.

Physically? If you've got really beautiful eyes, you have me in a trance right from the beginning. As far as personality, I'm attracted to really shy girls. Someone who knows who they are and is very genuine. That is just so sexy to me.

Fishing gives me peace, tranquillity. And also, as a forward player, it helps me with my eyes.

Empathy is the most mysterious transaction that the human soul can have, and it's accessible to all of us, but we have to give ourselves the opportunity to identify, to plunge ourselves in a story where we see the world from the bottom up or through another's eyes or heart.

We read each other through our eyes, and anatomically they are an extension of our brains. When we catch someone's eye, we look into a mind.

All that I am, All that I ever was, is here in you perfect eyes, they're all I can see

Today, home from Trinidad, I thank James Arthur Baldwin for his legacy of fire. A fine rain of words when we had no tongues. He set fire to our eyes. Made a single look, gesture endure. Made a people meaningful and moral. Responsible finally for all our sweet and terrible lives.

there's this golden moment when the sun licks through the gauze fluttering at my window warming my eyes to open this golden moment when I'm not yet awake enough to remember that there are things I would rather forget