Quotes About Eyes

I believe a lot in the relationship between performers. When you're supported by someone's eyes, you're not alone.

But it was her eyes that most impressed me, they were nearly black and had a liquid luster. The brief laughing look that she had given me made me feel extraordinarily seen, as if after that I might be visible in the dark.

They say the eyes are the window to the soul.

Then she looked at his eyes and her panic smoothed away. With those eyes watching over her she was never to feel frightened again, not until the very end and that was a long time away. Going into his love was like going into a castle, a thick-walled place. A safe place where no one else could enter. The first feeling of it was so strong that she could only stand quietly and let the warmth wrap her.

I went hunting wild After the wildest beauty in the world Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair But mocks the steady running of the hour And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here

Lovely eyes in colour, lovely eyes in form — large and tender and quietly thoughtful — but beautiful above all things in the clear truthfulness of look that dwells in their inmost depths, and shines through all their changes of expression with the light of a purer and a better world.

The kind sorrowful eyes looked at me, for a moment, with the prescient sadness of a coming and a long farewell. I felt the answering pang in my own heart—the pang that told me I must lose her soon, and love her the more unchangeably for the loss.

speak silence with thy glimmering eyes, And wash the dusk with silver.

Tyger! Tyger! Burning bright in the forests of the night...

Only her eyes seem to move. It's like they touch us, not with sight or sense, but like the stream from a hose touches you, the stream at the instant of impact as dissociated from the nozzle as though it had never been there.

When you opened the door a bell tinkled, but just once, high and clear and small in the neat obscurity above the door, as though it were gauged and tempered to make that single clear small sound so as not to wear the bell out nor to require the expenditure of too much silence in restoring it when the door opened upon the recent warm scent of baking; a little dirty child with eyes like a toy bear's and two patent-leather pigtails.

she looked at me then everything emptied out of her eyes and they looked like the eyes in statues blank and unseeing and serene put

and the intolerant eyes which in the last two years had acquired that transparent film which the eyes of carnivorous animals have and from behind which they look at a world which no ruminant ever sees, perhaps dares to see, which I have seen before on the eyes of men who have killed too much, who have killed so much that never again as long as they live will they ever be alone.

Al ÅŸunu, diyorum, çikolatay? ona vererek. ÖnlüÄŸümü ç?kar?p o yana geçtim. Baya?? güzeldi. Hani ÅŸu kara gözlüler vard?r ya, bir aldatacak olsan b?ça?? saplayacak gibi görünürler, onlardand?.

His eyes look like pieces of a broken plate.

Her eyes are like two candles when you watch them gutter down into the sockets of iron candle-sticks. But the eternal and the everlasting salvation and grace is not upon her.

She looks at Vardaman; her eyes, the life in them, rushing suddenly upon them; the two flames glare up for a steady instant. Then they go out as though someone had leaned down and blown upon them.

she had enormous eyes and a laugh that pealed thrillingly in the twilight.

That fever had passed; but for the rest of his life it never left his eyes.

It took a month for the gestalt of drugs and tension he moved through to turn those perpetually startled eyes into wells of reflexive need. He'd watched her personality fragment, calving like an iceberg, splinters drifting away, and finally he'd seen the raw need, the hungry armature of addiction.

His eyes were eggs of unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains

Olhou para trás, quando a porta de plástico se fechou, e viu os olhos dela refletidos numa gaiola de neon vermelho.

Eyes shining, mouths open, triumph, they savored the right of domination.

Over a nightdress she wears a lumpy kimono. Her eyes are dim with a morning expression of disillusionment, as though she had had a beautiful dream during the night and found on waking none of it was true. On her feet are worn dirty comfies)