Quotes About Eyes

The Night has a thousand eyes, And the Day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done.

She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes.

I read your explanation.——It fell at my feet during the first vacation days. I was startled. I fastened the door and flew through the flaming lines as a frightened owl flies through a burning wood——I believe I read most of it with my eyes shut.

If there were such a thing as a vampire-puppy-dog, it would be Cecil. Big pleading eyes, asking for an ear-scratch and a nice warm bowl of blood.

The intellect itself was unable to state who God was, until God anointed its eyes with the light of divine uniqueness, for, as al-Kalâbâdhî developed this theme, the only guide to God and the knowledge of God is God Himself.

Wir lagen beisammen unter der Erde, eingehüllt in ihre warme Dunkelheit, uns nicht mehr fürchtend, und von der Ecke her, wo der Mann auf seiner Matratze schlief, lautlos wie ein Toter, starrten uns die gelben Augen des Hundes an, runde Scheiben zweier schwefligen Monde, die unsere Liebe belauerten.

Perspective prys her once-weighty eyes and it gives you wings.

The sun shines. Sometimes it burns too hot, sometimes it bothers the eyes, but it is a reality of life, and so we live beneath its glare and seek shade and shelter as needed.

If someone insulted my biceps, I wouldn't attack him," Dalinar said. "I'd refer him to a physician, because obviously something is wrong with his eyes.

I have keen eyes. I once caught a leprechaun you know." I looked at him skeptically. "Aren't those Irish?" "Sure. He was over in the homeland on an exchange basis. We sent the Irish three turnips and a sheep's bladder in trade." "Doesn't seem like much of a trade." "Oh, I think it was a sparking good one, seeing as to leprechauns are imaginary and all. Hello, Prof. How's your kilt?" "As imaginary as your leprechaun

In Kaladin's eyes, there was no sin greater than the betrayal of one's allies in battle. Except, perhaps, for the betrayal of one's own men—of murdering them after they risked their lives to protect you.

Breath. A man's breath was his life. Exhaled, bit by bit, back into the world. Kaladin breathed deeply, eyes closed, and for a time that was all he could hear. His own life. In, out, to the beating of the thunder in his chest. Breath. His own little storm.

The koloss he'd attacked did not rise. Its companions stood, looking unconcerned, though their eyes were focused on him. They seemed to want something. "He ate my horse," Elend said, saying the first thing that came to his clouded mind. The group of koloss nodded.

I know what sarcasm is." Then she smiled deviously. "I know what sarcasm is!" Stormfather, Kaladin thought, looking into those gleeful little eyes. That strikes me as ominous.

Like I said," MeLaan said. "He's set it up so that you have no choice—so far as you see it." "You see it differently?" "I've been a lot of people, Ladrian. Seen through a lot of eyes. There's always another perspective, if you look hard enough.

He saw it in her eyes. The anguish, the frustration. The terrible nothing that clawed inside and sought to smother her. She knew. It was there, inside. She had been broken. Then she smiled. Oh, storms. She smiled anyway . It was the single most beautiful thing he'd seen in his entire life.

There is nothing left of you, I can see it in your eyes. Sing the anthem of the angels,and say the last goodbye...

men were off the road and onto our yard now, their eyes never yet looking up to us; men I couldn't place from anywhere. I looked behind me to Momma, saw her there with a hand to her face, covering her eyes, the other hand at her throat and holding on to the collar of her dress. I turned to the sound of the men on the porch steps, felt myself backing up too. The four of them moved toward me, struggling with the burden they bore, the wool blanket seeming heavier than

Explain. Can't I give you a name and then you go and tell your woman to hunt this person down? Seemed simple enough to Matthias. Wren's eyes bulged. Only if you want to make sure I never have sex again.

Now he was singed by pain. When he finally opened his eyes he saw, at the end of the narrow green path, dazzlingly bright light. There she is, he thought breathlessly, there she is. With a shout of joy and deliverance he plunged forward to meet the light.

cottage was a cat, staring at him with watchful eyes. He had the impression it was the same cat as he had killed in his fury. He despised the supernatural. Human beings worked constantly to make their gods unnecessary.

The eyes of love had seen you as precious, as of infinite beauty, as of eternal value. When love chooses, it chooses with a perfect sensitivity for the unique beauty of the chosen one, and it chooses without making anyone else feel excluded.

Well, says Susan, then I must not believe my own eyes. No, indeed, must you not always, answered her mistress; I would not have believed my own eyes against such good gentlefolks.

I might show it to you, but you'd never see it. The privilege isn't given to every one; it's not enviable. It has never been seen by a young, happy, innocent person like you. You must have suffered first, have suffered greatly, have gained some miserable knowledge. In that way your eyes are opened to it.