Quotes About Eyes

the liberty of the soul is lost through the windows of the eyes

I faced the gaudy sunflower on her canvas bag -- it looked hand-painted and at last my eyes fell into hers. I said, 'Thanks for the card.' Her smile put the sunflower to shame. She walked off.

We were awash in tiny attentions. Small gestures, words, empathies thought to be extinct came to life... We discovered the color of each other's eyes.

Maybe it was the angle, but her fawn's eyes, looking up at me, seemed larger than ever. I had to make an effort to keep my balance lest I fall into them.

Where were we? she said. Getting credit, I said. What about it? Well, it's nice to get credit. The spokes of her rear wheel spun behind the curtain of her long skirt. She looked like a photograph from a hundred years ago. She turned her wide eyes on me. Is it? she said.

You're really dumb, she whispered in my ear. Yeah? Yeah. Why do you think there're eighteen pebbles in my wagon? And then the last remaining space between our lips was gone and I was falling headlong into her eyes, right there on Palo Verde after dinner. And I can tell you, that was no saint kissing me.

She wasn't gorgeous, wasn't ugly. A sprinkle of freckles crossed the bridge of her nose. Mostly, she looked like a hundred other girls in school, except for two things, She wore no makeup, and her eyes were the biggest I had ever seen, like deer's eyes caught in headlights.

They stood staring at each other's face, the only place their eyes were safe.

Still he had not cracked a smile, but his eyes were different now, they were here.

Palmer stood there, hanging from her eyes.

My eyes were scratchy with middle-sleep.

Only his eyes changed. His pupils dilated, big liquid pools cracking like black yolks, spilling into his irises.

Hazel eyes a little too close together, like bowling ball holes.

Pasquale's eyes felt heavy and he thought it might be the most intimate thing possible, to fall asleep next to someone in the afternoon.

A diary is more or less the work of a man of clay whose hands are clumsy and in whose eyes there is no light.

In this watering-place I acted an heroic character, badly studied; and being a novice on such a stage, I forgot my part before a pair of lovely blue eyes.

Everything depends on whether we have for opponents those French tricksters or those daring rascals, the English. I prefer the English. Frequently their daring can only be described as stupidity. In their eyes it may be pluck and daring.

She has one green eye and one brown one. Have

Inspiration: There is no man upon the earth, no foolish man or wise, No man of high or humble birth but somewhere in the skies Can find a star to lead him on if he will lift his eyes.

Her eyes look heavy, but her smile is light enough to raise an entire army off their feet.

The tiger has swallowed a black sun. In his cold cage he carries it still. Black flames flicker through his fur. Black rays roar from the centers of his eyes.

To paraphrase the great poet Dante, the heavens swirl above us and our eyes are still cast to the ground.

the streets of your glances have no ending the swallows from your eyes donot migrate south in the heaven of your words the sun doesnot set

in his lovely eyes sorrow has closed into a circle for the road has no ending and he must drag behind him the whole world