Quotes About Eyes

All night I carpenter A space for the thing I am given, A love Of two wet eyes and a screech. White spit  Of indifference! The dark fruits revolve and fall. The glass cracks across, The image Flees and aborts like dropped mercury 

Something about the frank, guileless blue eyes, the beautiful young bodies, the brief scent of the dying flowers smote me like the clean quick cut of a knife. And the blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

On Fridays the little children come To trade their hooks for hands. Dead men leave eyes for others. Love is the uniform of my bald nurse. Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. The vase, reconstructed, houses The elusive rose. Ten fingers shape a bowl for shadows. My mendings itch. There is nothing to do. I shall be good as new.

I am mad, calls the spider, waving its many arms. And in truth it is terrible, Multiplied in the eyes of the flies.

That being free. What would the dark Do without fevers to eat? What would the light Do without eyes to knife, what would he Do, do, do without me.

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom These do not appear: There, the eyes are Sunlight on a broken column There, is a tree swinging And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star.

The eyes are not here There are no eyes here In this valley of dying stars In this hollow valley This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

I see the eyes but not the tears This is my affliction.

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams In death's dream kingdom

Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom Remember us — if at all — not as lost Violent souls, but only As the hollow men The stuffed men.

I struggled to think pure thoughts, as Hector sucked out my psyche with his eyes.

Israbel smiled once more. It was difficult to take your gaze away from her mouth - unless you looked into her eyes; and then you could only look at those... (Israbel)

He looked up then, and into my eyes. His own were very black, sensuous, carnal, earthbound eyes, full of orthodox sins, and extremely young in a sense that had nothing to do with physical age, but with race, I suppose, the youngness of ancient things, like Pan himself, quite possibly.

Iuletta's delicate pallor whitened. Her eyes became the shade of the purple core of a peacock's feather. She was extraordinary, and for an instant, Cornelia fell back from her aghast at this unconscionsciable loveliness.

Mercurio gazed at him with such innocent gentleness it was a pity to doubt it, but Estemba's eyes were clear almost to transparency, dangerous enough Leopardo did not try for him in that moment.

An admirer of female beauty, if not essentially snared by it, he feasted briefly on two smouldering blue coals of eyes, fringed by coal-black lashes. Romulan's eyes, for that matter, and also for that matter, fixed upon Romulan.

Shaina, said the dawn under the door, wake up! Here comes Young Ash with beer in his belly as high as his eyes and here comes the day walking over the mountain, the day when the witch buys your maiden's blood with her spell.

The aloof Rosalena at his side had half shut her eyes, gazing through the lashes at Mercurio as he sang.

The eyes themselves drifted open, closed, open, and the face, turned slowly to Valentius, smiled at him. It was a smile of marvelous sweetness, like a child's, trusting and happy and at peace, for Romulan was clearly not yet fully aware. The father received the smile with a deep personal sadness, already assured it was not for him.

A dream came by. The dream had the actor's face and his voice, but he did not speak to her and his eyes did not answer hers.

He studied Cyrion's vacant face, its hateful glamour like a mask, the searching, hopeless eyes.

His eyes on her across the distance had seen only symbols, not a face or frame.

Mercurio gazed at him with such innocent gentleness it was a pity to doubt it, but Estemba's eyes were clear almost to transparency, dangerous enough for Leopardo not try for him in that moment.

If she sat on the mountain, the witch's spell-for what else was it?-would invade her again, and she would see his eyes in the sky and in the green stones, and hear his voice, speaking, laughing, but not to her or with her.