Quotes About Eyes

I wanted a little of that swagger that comes with being able to gaze at a far horizon through eyes of chipped granite and say with a slow, manly sniff, "Yeah, I've shit in the woods.

Well, you blink fourteen thousand times a day—so much that your eyes are shut for twenty-three minutes of every waking day.

Her eyes drift up and away, enlarging them, a beautiful copper color. It makes her look even younger. Less of the hardened image she's trying to project and more the scared kid she must be, underneath it all.

195 For Guidance Father of light, Give us wisdom to know You, Intelligence to understand You, Courage to seek You, Patience to wait for You, Eyes to see You, A heart to meditate on You, And a life to proclaim You. by St. Benedict

A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.

With your silhouette when the sunlight dims Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, Who among them would try to impress you? -Bob Dylan, Sad-Eyed Lady of the Lowlands" (1966)

The night has a thousand eyes and I'm a gypsy dancer still hungry for more.

The expression on Nixon's face signaled apprehension. He had a way of smiling with his mouth but not his eyes, Butterfield noticed.

There is nothing in the world that is not mysterious, but the mystery is more evident in certain things than in others: in the sea, in the eyes of the elders, in the color yellow, and in music.

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Elle ferma ses petits yeux noirs et replaça sa tête en position. Le chat laissa reposer avec précaution ses canines acérées sur le cou doux et gris. Les moustaches noires de la souris se mêlaient aux siennes. Il déroula sa queue touffue et la laissa traîner sur le trottoir. Il venait, en chantant, onze petites filles aveugles de l'orphelinat de Jules l'Apostolique.

Was it his eyes, which were dark and piercing, like staring into the muzzle of a Glock 19?

My sleep that night was restless and unquiet, haunted by the ungodly howls of the horrible creature. Its yellow eyes lingered in my mind's eye as I awoke the next morning

Lucy's eyes in form and colour; but Lucy's eyes unclean and full of hellfire [...] if ever a face meant death - if looks could kill - we saw it at that moment.

The Bride maidens rejoice the eyes that wait the coming of the bride. But when the bride draweth nigh, then the maidens shine not to the eyes that are filled.

I positively opened my eyes at this new development. Here was my own pet lunatic - the most pronounced of his type that I had ever met with - talking elemental philosophy, and with the manner of a polished gentleman.

I knew as I looked at it that there was something very strange here. But the strange thing was so strange, so entirely incomprehensible that I found it difficult to form coherent thoughts about it. I could see the strangeness with my eyes, but I could not think it with my mind.

There is a book waiting for him upon the library table; his eyes fancy they still follow its lines of type, his head still runs upon its argument, his fingers itch to take it up again.

She had on a blue bonnet, and with a pair of lovely eyes of the same colour, has contrived to make me feel devilish odd about the heart.

The dearest things in the world are our neighbor's eyes; they cost everybody more than anything else in housekeeping.

As he stared back, he altered...as if a shield slid away fro his eyes, revealing a scorching force of will that sucked the air from my lungs. The intense magnetism he exuded grew in strength, becoming a near tangible impression of vibrant and unrelenting power.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.

I remember a blue eye, A briefcase of tangerines.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.