Quotes About Eyes

My skin has the crinkled appearance of wax paper that someone has tried to flatten and reuse. My eyes fail me often—in the darkness, when headlights flash, when rain falls. It is unnerving, this new unreliability in my vision. Perhaps that's why I find myself looking backward. The past has a clarity I can no longer see in the present.

The next morning, Angie woke with the sun...Her eyes felt gritty and swollen. Once again she'd watered her mattress with memories.

Sometimes, if you're lucky, you can look into a pair of eyes and see your whole future.

Memories are who we are, Tul. In the end, that's all the luggage you take with you and memories are what last. That's why your life flashes before your eyes when you die - you're picking the memories you want. It's like packing.

throat and eyes and made her cough constantly.

Sie hatte eine helle Haut und große, lachende, funkelnde, dunkle kaukasische Augen unter langen, zarten Wimpern. Nur die Georgierin hat solche Augen voll milder Fröhlichkeit. Niemand sonst. Keine Europäerin. Keine Asiatin.

If my eyes could show my soul,everyone would cry when they saw me smile.

The heart is a small and lonesome place she is a country her eyes hold the river I used to swim her skin, the morning fruit I touched and tasted the heart is a small and lonesome place she is a country I no longer live in.

through stinging eyes at the computer monitor. He was exhausted but the man on-screen didn't seem to be. He continued to dig through the rubble of the house above and had now been joined by his

And to see the white flash of Klaus's eyes as he whirled on her. For one stunned instant she stared at him, and then lightning crackled. From an empty sky.

There was a silence. Hannah's own heart was twisted with the force of her love for him. Her eyes were full.

She had seen those eyes dark with brooding anger and cold as ice, she'd seen his gaze veiled like a spiderweb and shattering like a gate under pressure. But she'd never seen them as they were now. Full of wondering joy and disbelief, and an almost frightened awe.

One from the land of kings long forgotten; One from the hearth which still holds the spark; One from the Day World where two eyes are watching; One from the twilight to be one with the dark.

Turn your eyes whither you will, enter into whatever temple you please, you will find there on the very threshold Prophecy and Sacrament .... whoever despises these two things, infallibly bends towards earth, knowing nothing of God but his name, and holding with him no other relations than ingratitude and forgetfulness.

She opened her eyes and stared into a face filled with desire. It was an expression she longed to see a man show toward her.

Now I, like that Chinese devotee, must confess myself a very ignorant person, and naturally unable to hear the conversation of Ants. But the Fairy of Science sometimes touches my ears and eyes with her wand; and then, for a little time, I am able to hear things inaudible, and to perceive things imperceptible.

Night watches calmly with her starry eyes All tremulous with love.

It was a communion of pain, and no one in the city could pretend not to have heard it. The women had made witnesses of us, even those of us who had chosen to close our eyes. •

His eyes are blue, and blue eyes up close are a celestial phenomenon: nebulae as seen through telescopes, the light of unnamed stars diffused through dusts and elements and endlessness. Layers of light. Blue eyes are starlight.

The way he looked at her, she felt like some kind of miracle, as though his dreamer's eyes cast her in their glow of wonder.

He was angles and darkness, her opposite - a moon-creature to her sun, a slicing shadow to her glow. But that was all silhoutte. It was in his smile, and in his eyes, and in his waiting - he was still waiting - that she saw him, and knew him. Strength and grace and loneliness and longing. And hope.

It was unreal how two souls could look out through the same set of eyes in such drastically different fashion, seeming to reshape them entirely.

And I've found that since you can't electrify yourself like a fence, the next best thing is to have murderer's eyes.

Now more than ever she struck him like a fairy in a tale—a haunted one with shadowed eyes and a sting like a scorpion.