Quotes About Eyes

With a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.

Nessuno può sapere, se non dopo una notte di patimenti, quanto dolce e prezioso al cuore e agli occhi possa essere il mattino.

Les joues, jusqu'ici restées colorées, devinrent livides, les yeux semblèrent jeter des étincelles venant tout droit de l'enfer, les rides qui apparurent sur le front ressemblaient aux replis des serpents de la Méduse, et la charmante bouche aux lèvres brillantes de sang s'ouvrit presque en forme de carré, comme dans ces masques grecs ou japonais qui représentent la colère.

With a red light of triumph in his eyes, and a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of

So what does that make you think about God? I think that maybe, if human beings have souls, that maybe their souls are in their eyes. That maybe that's what the color is. Their souls.

Sometimes the only thing you need for madness is a memory burned into your eyes.

As in all callings, poetry secures a kind of ecstasis. There may be a wiser vantage, but we haven't discovered one yet. Perception leads to further perception. Perceive. Perceive. "See what the grass would see if it had eyes," writes Oppen.

the merry green eyes and a roguish dimple

Taking the guest's hand, Love asks, "Who made the eyes but I?" (11–12). This brilliant sally asserts that man cannot look away from God, since everything we look at—and indeed our mental faculties as well as our organs of sight—were made by God. These "eyes" include the "I" of personal identity.

Skip Wiley was thirty-seven years old but he had the eyes of an old Gypsy.

Didn't you tie the mittens on her feet (Wednesday Evening's) extra special nice? Yes--she is an extra special nice pigeon. She cries for pity when she wants pity. And she shuts her eyes when she doesn't want to look at you. And if you look deep in her eyes when her eyes are open you will see lights there exactly like the lights on the pastures and the meadows when the mist is drifting on a Wednesday evening just between the twilight and gloaming.

Although she struggled against him, it took very little effort for him to turn the primitive weapon and bring the point of it to bear against his chest. If you honestly believe I'm some sort of monster, he rasped, his gaze as fierce as she had ever seen it, then go ahead and drive it home. My heart hasn't been my own from the first moment I laid eyes on you, so you might as well finish the job.

He was not a man to hide his emotions and if tested, his blue eyes would darken, gleaming like unfathomable gems.

The wicked gleam had returned to his eyes. "Why the sudden urgency? From what I understand, you're not scheduled to get married until the sixth anniversary of your twenty-first birthday.

Her green eyes came unafraid to his. The connection was so intense that it threatened to drain his sense of self. He felt that he had always known her, that she had always been a part of him, that her needs were his needs.

In her eyes he saw something that attracted him more than anything else. Intelligence. He saw it flaring there, burning in her, and through it all he felt an overriding sense of her integrity. Richard felt safe.

I love you, Kahlan. Never anyone before you, nor ever after. Only you." His eyes said it even better.

That smile might have been on his lips, but it was not in his eyes.

That sounds like magic. There is not supposed to be any magic in Westland." "He says it's not; that anyone can learn. He's always trying to teach me. He mocks me whenever I say it looks like it will rain. His eyes get real big and he says, 'Magic! You must have magic, my boy, to read the clouds and know the future so.

death looked up angirly, and found himself staring into eyes that were black as the inside of a cat and full of distant stars that had no counterpart among the familiar constellations of the realtime universe.

Something like a small blue supernova flared for a moment in the depths of his eyesockets. It dawned on Mort that, with some embarrassment and complete lack of expertise, Death was trying to wink.

Her body was rounded like earth. Stories. Breath. . . . Her eyes have been painted closed. I understand. To tell a story you must travel inward.

Prey animals such as zebras and antelope have eyes at the sides of their heads, but a predator's eyes face forward. Always show the cat your face. Let her see where your eyes are, and she'll know you're a predator, too. She'll think twice before attacking.

You can't trust men with very blue eyes. That should be included in manuals for gentlewomen, right after the chapter on how to get in and out of carriages.