Quotes About Eyes

Girl lithe and tawny, the sun that forms the fruits, that plumps the grains, that curls seaweeds filled your body with joy, and your luminous eyes and your mouth that has the smile of the water. A black yearning sun is braided into the strands of your black mane, when you stretch your arms. You play with the sun as with a little brook and it leaves two dark pools in your eyes.

Laugh at the night, at the day, at the moon, laugh at the twisted streets of the island, laugh at this clumsy boy who loves you, but when I open my eyes and close them, when my steps go, when my steps return, deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die.

from that terrible love the soft pure hands gave peace to my eyes and sun to my senses.

I know you exist not just because your eyes fly and give light to things like an open window

It's hard to tell if we close our eyes or if night opens in us other starred eyes, if it burrows into the wall of our dream till some other door opens. But the dream is only the flitting costume of one moment, is spent in one beat of the darkness, and falls at our feet, cast off as the day stirs and sails away with us. -from In the Tower

I can scarcely measure the sky's most spacious eyes and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.

her eyes were the color of faraway love her arms were matching topazes her lips moved soundlessly in the coral light and ultimately, she left by the door..

Lovely one, your eyes are too big for your face, your eyes are too big for the earth. There are countries, there are rivers, in your eyes, my country is your eyes, I walk through them, they light the world through which I walk, lovely one. — Pablo Neruda, from "Lovely One," The Captain's Verses: Love Poems . (New Directions Publishing Corporation; Bilingual edition July 2004) Originally published 1952.

despite the mute coldness of the teeth and the hatred of the eyes, and the battle of dying beasts that watch over oblivion, in some summer place we are together watching with lips invaded by thirst. —Pablo Neruda, from "II: FURIES AND SORROWS," The Poetry of Pablo Neruda (Farrar Straus Giroux, 2005)

En la red de mi música estas presa, amor mío, y mis redes de música son anchas como el cielo. Mi alma nace a la orilla de tus ojos de luto. En tus ojos de luto comienza el país del sueño

My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life.

You, I remember as you were last autumn. You were the gray beret and the heart in calm. In your eyes clashed the flames of twilight. And the leaves would fall in the water of your soul.

Ah, izlemeli her ÅŸeyden uzaklaÅŸan yolu, kesmediÄŸi yolu yürek daralmas?n?n, ölümün, k???n, çiyler aras?nda aç?lan gözleriyle.

My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning. In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins. - In My Sky at Twilight , after Rabindranath Tagore

Huntress of the depths of my eyes, your plunder stills your nocturnal regard as though it were water.

Inclined in the afternoons I throw my sad nets to your ocean eyes. There it strains and blazes in the highest bonfire, my loneliness, flailing arms like a shipwrecked sailor. I make red signals over your eyes, absent, which swell like the sea at the shore of a lighthouse.

The moon turns its clockwork dream. The biggest stars look at me with your eyes. And as I love you, the pines in the wind want to sing your name with their leaves of wire.

You have deep eyes in which the night flails. Cool arms of flowers and a lap of rose.

Do you know the Bhagavad Gita? No, sir, not really; though my eyes and mind have run through its pages many times.

The English language on her tongue became a smoke-screen, without her eyes changing expression in the least.

I would like to have seen the world with eyes incapable of anything but wonder, and with a tongue fluent only in praise.

Her eyes were our keys to the palace of wildness.

He had the soul of a fortress and eyes that had peered at the world from battlements too long.

I was suddenly exhausted, depleted down to the very center of the soul, and I rested my head on the back of the chair, closing my eyes and trying to clear my mind.