Quotes About Eyes

He didn't lurch awake as many people do after a nightmare. Instead, his eyes opened and he waited silently for the world to flood back to him.

Travers closed her eyes. Jade looked over at her, than back at the doctor. "You'll have to excuse my colleague," Travers said. "If it's any consolation, I have to work with him." Dr. Yung smiled and nodded at her gently. "I can imagine it's quite taxing." He ushered them down a hallway and into an office.

He was not the biggest man in the bar, but the look in his eyes was as hard as ice. It didn't invite greeting. As he walked, he brought his fingertips up to the scar on his left cheek and absentmindedly traced its length.

Allander continued quietly, but his voice warbled as if under great strain. "You think you can measure the range, the depth of my sickness?" He shook his head slightly. "I don't think you want to walk that landscape." His eyes darted back and forth, flashing over Spade's face, trying to gain entrance to his mind. He pried at it through Spade's eyes, his nose, his mouth.

a generation: the black night gave me black eyes still I use them to seek the light

And for your eyes my life takes poison slowly.

Her eyes were dancing like those of angels.

Au lac de tes yeux très profond Mon pauvre coeur se noie et fond Là le défont Dans l'eau d'amour et de folie Souvenir et Mélancolie

Je donne à mon espoir mes yeux ces pierreries Je donne à mon espoir mes mains palmes de victoire Je donne à mon espoir mes pieds chars de triomphe Je donne à mon espoir ma bouche ce baiser

Il pleut mon âme il pleut mais il pleut des yeux morts

A luz que você tinha nos olhos. Sua gargalhada radiante. O equilíbrio perfeito de uma vida.

El alma que hablar puede con los ojos también puede besar con la mirada.

The soul that can speak through the eyes can also kiss with a gaze.

Qué es poesía? --dices mientras clavas en mi pupila tu pupila azul. ¿Qué es poesía? ¿Y tú me lo preguntas? Poesía... eres tú.

Ammar's eyes opened without warning, vivid and blue, the same color as her own. He looked at her. She watched him settle into an awareness of the day, what morning it was.

Seriously. Like, insanely adorable. Those little paws, that tiny nose, those great big eyes… And that belly! That glorious, fluffy, mushy little kitty belly! It's enough to drive an otherwise sane and sober adult to helpless, babbling lunacy.

He wore a black hat and a drooping moustache. His face was angular but the eyes, like the eyes of most cowhands, were bored. It occurred to Miss Pink, acknowledging the introductions with grace, that the bored eyes went with the myth, as an expression of contempt went with the gangster myth.

towards them. The other two froze and did the same. Harris would never forget the horror he felt under the gaze of the three pairs of sharp, wicked-looking eyes. It wasn't

Eyes so young. Yet hidden, is a child at play with untold wonders. Showing you life is worth living.

Love is, Knowing how intimate that when their hand is across your chest it is so intimate that when you fall asleep their eyes close.

Love is, Knowing how intimate that when their hand is across your chest and you fall asleep their eyes close.

Right now, This moment is filled with joy and happiness. If you are willing to open your eye's and see it.

Love is... Worth everything. In the eyes of a child.

I had a dream about you. This one has left me with such strong impression. While I was looking into your eyes, I suddenly started to realize the only thing that has kept me in touch with reality was you…Even now, when I am fully awake.