Quotes About Eyes

She narrowed her eyes. "What is our heart's desire?" "Vengeance." His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening. "Justice." Prince Doran pressed the onyx dragon into her palm with his swollen, gouty fingers, and whispered, "Fire and blood.

Even the sky was grey. Grey and grey and greyer. The whole world grey, everywhere you look, everything grey except the eyes of the bride. The eyes of the bride were brown. Big and brown and full of fear.

The Beauty raised her eyes, the only part of her that was truly beautiful.

I dreamed... in the black of night a man asks all the questions he dare not ask by daylight. For me, the past years, only one question has remained. Why would the gods take my eyes and my strength, yet condemn me to linger on so long, frozen and forgotten? What use could they have for an old done man like me? ... I remember, Sam. I still remember. Remember what? Dragons, Aemon whispered.

And the stars in the night were the eyes of his wolves, and the wind itself was their song.

Till the rest of his days were done, Abner Marsh remembered that moment, that first look into the eyes of Joshua York.

But her eyes were the most terrible thing. Her eyes saw him, and they hated.

The little man gave the big one a look. One of his eyes was green, one was black, and both were cool.

Too much light can hurt the eyes, my friend, and fire burns.

Can a bird hate? Jon had slain the wildling Orell, but some part of the man remained within the eagle. The golden eyes looked out on him with cold malevolence.

Some men had faces that cried out for a beard. Ser Clayton's face cried out for an axe between the eyes.

But the melancholy of Worlorn's dying forests had seeped into his flesh, and he saw Gwen through tainted eyes, a doll figure in a suit as faded as despair.

He could feel the eyes of the dead. They were all listening, he knew. And winter was coming.

His lips were as soft and red as the worms you found after a rain, and his eyes were vain and cruel. "I hate you," she whispered.

My queen? You have a strange look in your eyes. Are you unwell? I was just... remembering.

She narrowed her eyes. "What is our heart's desire?" "Vengeance." His voice was soft, as if he were afraid that someone might be listening.

And Boucard desisted, probably because like everyone else he was deeply impressed by this man who had laid all ghosts, who had lost all shadows, and who stared you in the eyes with cold serenity.

The Marquis believed himself to be hardened against flattery. He thought that he had experienced every variety, but he discovered that he was mistaken: the blatantly worshipful look in the eyes of a twelve-year-old, anxiously raised to his, was new to him, and it pierced his defences.

and the handsome women and girls with velvet black eyes

The myrtle forests were full of mantises some three inches long, with vivid green wings. They would sway through the myrtle branches on their slender legs, their wickedly barbed front arms held up in an attitude of hypocritical prayer, their little pointed faces with their bulbous straw-coloured eyes turning this way and that, missing nothing, like angular, embittered spinsters at a cocktail party.

It seemed to me at that moment that the peril hanging over us, the horrors we had seen at Babi Yar and elsewhere, made it all the more vital that we love each other, never hurt each other, always be truthful and gentle with each other. Helena understood that also. I could see it in her eyes, sense it in her sighs, and small cries, and reluctance to let go of me.

The sight of that stupid boy's terrorized eyes, the knowledge that he was finished, would never see a sunrise, or a girl's face, or swim in a clear lake again—all these rattled me, made me wonder if I were the bloodthirsty avenger I'd imagined myself to be.

Lynet gasped, as if utterly astonished. She could feel Gaheris's eyes on her, but she did not look at him. "But ... Sir Wozzell ... that was the name of the knight you defeated the other night, Sir Gareth!" Lynet declared.

The sun gives us light, but the moon provides inspiration. If you look at the sun without shielding your eyes, you'll go blind. If you look at the moon without covering your eyes, you'll become a poet.