Quotes About Eyes

The sweeter the more lethal, Squire. Oh you do occasionally find one who flies her true colors. It's even refreshing in a way. A bitch to the teeth, fair field and no favor. Dried scrotums strung on a cord hanging from the footboard. But these other ones. The shy smile and the downturned eyes. Jesus. Spare me. What has happened to our cavalier, John?

I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd ever seen. But now her heart beat so much faster for someone else.

First he sees her only in his dreams. Skin as white as moonlight. Eyes like water drowning you. Hair like spider webs. Fairy.

Die Augen hielten ihn fest, rote Augen in all dem Schwarz wild und dumpf zugleich, verloren in sich selbst ohne Gestern oder Morgen, ohne Licht und Wärme, gefangen in der eigenen Kälte frierender Bosheit.

I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd ever seen.

The blue of my eyes was extinguished tonight The red gold of my heart Georg Trakl, 'By Night', Poems

A little girl was sitting beside him, with huge, doomy eyes, a bear suit with all the buttons done up in the wrong buttonholes, and very dark, straggly hair that stuck straight out of her head at odd angles. She seem to read his mind. Shh, said the little girl. A lot of her teeth had recently fallen out and she was very serious for such a small person. We're not allowed to talk about the Lost. It's bad for morale.

his blue eyes were intense, and

She was half watching, half musing. It was her constant state. Her eyes were keen and observant, but her inner mind took no notice of what she saw.

The wisps of her crisp dark hair blew about her as she stooped, her eyes were big and wide and dark, when she looked up again, strange, startled, shy and sardonic at once.

March felt the same sly, taunting, knowing spark leap out of his eyes, as he turned his head aside, and fall into her soul

She looked at him, and oh, the weariness to her, of the effort to understand another language, the weariness of hearing him, attending to him, making out who he was, as he stood there fair-bearded and alien, looking at her. She knew something of him, of his eyes. But she could not grasp him. She closed her eyes.

Her eyes were like the first morning of the world, so ageless

In his dark eyes was a deep misery which he wore with the same ease and pleasantness as he wore his close-sitting clothes.

She had scornful grey eyes, a skin like white honey, and a full mouth with a slightly lifted upper lip, that did not know whether it was raised in scorn of all men, or out of eagerness to be kissed.

Her dark eyes were naked with their love, afraid, and yearning. His eyes too were dark, and they hurt her. They seemed to master her.

O captain! My Captain! Our fearful trip is done. The ship has weather'd every wrack The prize we sought is won The port is near, the bells I hear The people all exulting While follow eyes, the steady keel The vessel grim and daring But Heart! Heart! Heart! O the bleeding drops of red Where on the deck my captain lies Fallen cold and dead.

O the blest eyes, the happy hearts, That see, that know the guiding thread so fine, Along the mighty labyrinth. -from Song of the Universal

And these things I see suddenly, what mean they? As if some miracle, some hand divine unseal'd my eyes, Shadowy vast shapes smile through the air and sky, And on the distant waves sail countless ships, And anthems in new tongues I hear saluting me.

Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes, That they turn from gazing up and down the road, And forthwith cypher and show me to a cent, Exactly the contents of one, and exactly the contents of two, and which is ahead?

The thing that struck me was his intensity. Whatever he was interested in he would generally carry to an irrational extreme. Jobs had honed his trick of using stares and silences to master other people. One of his numbers was to stare at the person he was talking to. He would stare into their fucking eyeballs, ask some question, and would want a response without the other person averting their eyes.

Vea cosas que no se ven.

They were gray, staring, bottomless, blank, fallen eyes whose pupils played scenes of heaven upside down.

nighttime is kind on the eyes.