Quotes About Eyes

Thine eyes are springs in whose serene And silent waters heaven is seen; Their lashes are the herbs that look On their young figures in the brook.

Yes, these eyes are windows, and this body of mine is the house. What a pity they didn't stop up the chinks and the crannies though, and thrust in a little lint here and there. But it's too late to make any improvements now. The universe is finished; the copestone is on, and the chips were carted off a million years ago.

Few are the foreheads which like Shakespeare's or Melancthon's rise so high, and descend so low, that the eyes themselves seem clear, eternal, tideless mountain lakes; and all above them in the forehead's wrinkles, you seem to track the antlered thoughts descending there to drink, as the Highland hunters track the snow prints of the deer.

if thou could'st, blacksmith, glad enough would I lay my head upon thy anvil, and feel thy heaviest hammer between my eyes

A través de todos sus fantasmagóricos tatuajes, yo creía ver las huellas de un corazón sencillo y honrado; y en sus grandes ojos profundos, ferozmente negros y valientes, parecía haber muestras de un espíritu que se atrevería contra mil diablos.

But those wild eyes met his, as the bloodshot eyes of the prairie wolves meet the eye of their leader, ere he rushes on at their head in the trail of the bison; but, alas! only to fall into the hidden snare of the Indian.

There was a shepherd the other day up at Findon Fair who had come from the east by Lewes with sheep, and who had in his eyes that reminiscence of horizons which makes the eyes of shepherds and of mountaineers different from the eyes of other men.

Gee cursed beneath his breath. That Cracker! She was beginning to list to one side…. What kind of idiot ran across a bridge with their eyes closed? Gee sprinted onto the roaring blackness. It was as if they ran atop a swift dark river, their feet slipping on the sleek feathers, the crows dipping beneath their weight.

As a food writer, I've found myself both annoyed and a bit mystified that the social-media value of our breakfasts, lunches, and dinners is considered almost as important as their gustatory properties. While the nose never lies—and neither do the taste buds—the eyes do, all the damn time. I

As I lay dying, the woman with the dog's eyes would not close my eyes as I descended into Hades.

Her gray eyes clear, the goddess Athena answered, Down from the skies I come to check your rage if only you will yield

For all the promise of digital media to bring people together, I still believe that the most sincere, lasting powers of human connection come from looking directly into someone else's eyes, with no screen in between.

Att'y: Are your eyes blue or green? Waitress: Pardon? Att'y: Blue or green? Waitress: They change. Att'y: Like a lizard? Waitress: Like a cat. Att'y: Oh, the lizard changes the color of his skin … Waitress: Want anything to drink? Att'y: Beer. And I have beer in the car. Tons of it. The whole back seat's full of it. Duke: I don't like mixing coconuts up with beer and hamburgers.

Bright morning comes; the bloody-fingered dawn with zealous light sets seas of air ablaze and bends to earth another false beginning. My eyes open like cornflowers, stick, crusted with their own stale dew, then take that light.

Then he slept, and with the warmth and humour of his eyes extinguished, his features relapsed into a taciturn mask, ironical, brutal, and cold.

Her eyes were wide apart and deep blue and they gazed candidly back at Bond with a touch of ironical disinterest which, to his annoyance, he found he would like to shatter, roughly.

A mile ahead the great eyes of the Mercedes hooded themselves as they went over the crest of Wrotham Hill and disappeared down into the moonlit panorama of the Weald of Kent.

no face could have more mercilessly betrayed the character of the man than his. The sharply retreating forehead and the lower jaw, developed at the expense of the skull, were expressive of iron will and feeble intelligence, rather of cruelty than of sensuality; but the chief point in the face was the eyes, which were entirely without warmth

What's with the beard and the horse mane? You look like Rent-a-Villain. The volhv's eyes widened. He raised his hand at me. Well you don't look... female... in your pants. That's a hell of an insult. Did you think of it all by yourself or did you ask your god for help?

He glanced at me, his eyes dark. Would you rather talk about your dream? No. Considering that I was featured in it, I think I deserve to know the particulars. Were my clothes missing because we were in bed? Was I touching you? He glanced at me. His voice could've melted the clothes off my body. Were you touching me?

Vampires smiled for many reasons, but when a vampire male smiled at you from this distance with that kind of look in his eyes it was done for one purpose only: to impress. Look at my big teeth. I'm an apex predator. My genetic material is awesome.

The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.

That's the nature of our relationship. A spark lit his eyes. We both do what's necessary, and after it's over, I watch you freak out about it. I don't. Oh, I don't want you to stop. I find it highly amusing

Die." Why me? "We don't do requests. Try Iowa. I hear they're more accommodating." Hey, Dad, I found a lovely present for this coming Father's Day. Enjoy. The insect pointed a leg at me. "Die." Curran's eyes went gold. His clothes tore, falling in shreds to the street, as the massive meld of human and lion spilled out. "Let's see you try that shit on me.