Quotes About Eyes

You've got to take a test? I love tests. His eyes actually lit up. Do you need a study buddy? And yes, I capitalize the N in nerd.

If it was my job to clean the kitchen after dinner,then that damn kitchen was going to sparkle so bright you'd need sunglasses for your midnight snack. That's frightening. Responding to the humor in his eyes, she nodded.

Don't apologize. It's better to see and know you're a fool than to keep your eyes shut and keep acting like one.

eyes of absolutely clear and perfect blue. Her

She moved in her world in slow motion. The little pills she took kept her safe, her eyes were empty of colour, of light. Every couple of years Joe's father would take his wife to Greece, make a trek to a valley where the Virgin was said to appear. They would drink the holy water, cross themselves, and still the woman would search through her bag to get to the little pills that kept her sane. Sanity is a chemical reaction.

How you're still always trapped. How your head is the cave, your eyes the cave mouth. How you live inside your head and only see what you want. How you only watch the shadows and make up your own meaning.

It would be that time--late at night-- when your ears reach out for any sound. When you can see more with your eyes closed than open.

look right at me the way no eyes have all summer. "Your perception is all fucked up," Brandy says. "All you can talk about is trash that's already happened.

the eyes bulging white fruits against the muscles of his cheeks and forehead.

Mean eyes, angry eyes, eyes that had nothing but suspicion flashing in them like light off spent bullet casings.

The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark its intention.

But I welcome the darkness where the two eyes of that soft panther glow. The darkness is my cultural broth. The enchanted darkness. I go on speaking to you, risking disconnection: I'm subterraneously unattainable because of what I know.

Gareth's eyes slipped open. "You make me nervous when you do that." "Do what?" "Brood. Your brooding is rather loud." "Oh please. I was hardly—" His eyebrow rose. "Fine. I was brooding. It's not like you don't." "Mine is inherent to my romantic nature. Cloaks and castles." Adele threw up her hands. "That's it. You are forbidden to look at any more cheap books about yourself.

Her skin was flawless and always cool, always pale; her body was long, like her hair, like her fingers, like her laughter; and her eyes, oh, her eyes, had every season of leaf in them: the twin greens of spring and high summer, the golds of autumn, and, in her rages, black midwinter rot.

How many human eyes ... had snatched glimpses of their secret anatomies, down the passage of years?

I will treat you with my knife the way you've treated my pages with your merciless eyes. Backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards.

The wind was not invisible. It had a texture, as though it carried a weight of dust, the motes steadily gumming up her eyes and sealing her nose, finding its way into her underwear and up into her body by those routes too.

It was, for a moment, not her who started out between the bars. It was something dredged up from the bottom of the sea. Black eyes swiveling in a gray head. Some primeval genus that viewed him — he knew this to his marrow — with hatred in its bowels.

most words for ghost are pieces of mica that carefully layered will make a window out of fire. It's cold and the faces at the window do what faces usually do they open onto a genetic history that looks up suddenly and it's the eyes everyone says you can't say that's not alive

brown hair, pebbly eyes dark beneath his straw hat, drove a team of workhorses from the west. His cheeks were sunburned

The man's posture said that he did not enjoy taking orders, and the insolence in his eyes was not slave insolence, an impotent pose, but a hard fact.

Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.

His eyes were bright, and, indeed, he scarcely knew whether they held dreams or realities...and in five minutes she had filled the shell of the old dream with the flesh of life...

Her eyes were full of a hot liquid (she did not think of tears at first) which, without disturbing the firmness of her lips, made the air thick, rolled down her cheeks. She had perfect control of herself-Oh, yes!-in every other way.