Quotes About Eyes

Was not love its own shock? A match to that of death? Did it not take the eyes first? Such reverberations as to weaken the bravest man or woman – its trembling echoes never left a mortal soul.

Light exploded behind Felisin's eyes as she sprawled sideways.

Unwitnessed. There was crime in that notion. A profound injustice against which he railed. In silence. Like every other soldier in the Bonehunters. Maybe. No, I am not mistaken – I see something in their eyes. I can see it. We rail against injustice, yes. That what we do will be seen by no-one. Our fate unmeasured.

Hunched, his face pulsing with pain, Mebra watched with hooded eyes as his words sank roots into the Red Blade commander's mind.

Kapitáne, na chvilku… vaÅ¡e o?i… úplnÄ› svítily. Jako zvíÃ…â"¢eti." Paran se na nÄ›j zadíval. "Opravdu?" "OdpÃ…â"¢isáhl bych to s jednou nohou na pÃ…â"¢edkožce mistra KápÄ›, kapitáne.

Kruppe hastens with proper welcome to this grand company to already beloved Scillara of the Knowing Eyes and other assorted accoutrements of charm Kruppe would dearly wish to knowingly eye, if not for the dastardly demands of decorum. Welcome, cries Kruppe, even as he slumps back - oof! - exhausted by his enthusiasm and dimpled with desire.

Paran flicked his gaze to his weapon, glared back up and around at the warriors, then his eyes returned to Chance. And stayed there.

Art, he said, was a controlled madness...He said that books weren't made of themes, which you could write essays about, but of images that inserted themselves into your brain and replaced what you were seeing with your eyes.

The Doctor: Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. Don't turn your back. Don't look away. And don't blink.

Longman smiled far too often. There was always mirth and merriment in his eyes. Hell, he laughed out loud when there was nothing remotely humorous in a situation. He was different. And

Dear little Bog-Face, Why are you so cold? And why do you lie with your eyes shut?-- You are not very old. I am a Child of this World And a Child of Grace, And Mother, I shall be glad when it is over, I am Bog-Face.

But then comes a time when forgetting isn't possible. And I do mean a particular time when no amount of dreaming, not then and maybe not ever, can change how naked and unimportant we become in our own eyes.

Senefex always looked starved but today the ashen hollows in his cheeks looked particularly deep and his large dark eyes were ringed in purple, the flesh puffy beneath them. He had clearly been up all night. Poor Senefex. He would need all of his wily wits to keep his head on his shoulders now.

He looked feral, powerful, the very image of a Fallen One, his hair tumbling over his shoulders, his eyes wide and dark, yet shining with an inner light.

I shall never forget how he paused and turned, looked back over his shoulder at me. His eyes, his face were full of secrets and humor. I felt as if the arrow of the sun had pierced my heart. His beauty seemed doomed, somehow.

Perhaps my own soulscape was trying to give me a message, but the illusion made me uncomfortable, and I closed my eyes to banish it.

They were like a horde of greedy cannibals, salivating to sample the divine flesh. Yet the robed, starving light only burned from their eyes while the fruit filled their mouths.

Paraga was a delicate creature, with an elongated neck and large eyes. Long whiskers drooped from his jaws and enormous batlike wings sprouted from his shoulders. Rav thought he looked like the most friendly of the dragons, but it was difficult to tell from a painting.

The darkness was full of dancing specks of light, which I could see even when I closed my eyes.

People with bright clothes, white flashing teeth and dark mysterious eyes come to knock on the castle doors.

Delmar was almost fishlike in his dank lack of passion, and his ocean eyes were empty of expression. He came alive only in his element, or in the throes of a trance.

A vague memory stirred of a moonlit bathroom and blood, black in the moonlight, pooling on the floor. Jadrin shuddered and the boy opened his eyes. They were the colour of violets.

A trick of the dawn light rendered the man's eyes a glowing band across his face. His mouth was smiling, but it seemed a mouth used to sadness.

For a few moments the pair of them shared a single terror; a look passed between them.