Quotes About Eyes

Around the top of their body are two dozen sophisticated eyes—

The Bible is useful because it opens our eyes, and because it's highly impractical to walk through life with our eyes closed.

white crescents beneath the pupils made his pale blue eyes seem to protrude, though they did not: lacking depth, they appeared to be inset into the skin like stones in hide.

When he saw her, my brother stopped in his tracks and fell into her eyes so deeply you could hear the splash.

Imagine being sentient but not alive. Seeing and even knowing, but not alive. Just looking out. Recognizing but not being alive. A person can die and still go on. Sometimes what looks out at you from a person's eyes maybe died back in childhood. What's dead in there still looks out. It's not just the body looking at you with nothing in it; there's still something in there but it died and just keeps on looking and looking;

her eyes glittered, and her expression was so serious and absorbed that Will could have fallen in love with her again if love didn't already possess every fibre of his being.

Poor Hester, she was lying now, not crouching tense and watchful as she'd done all his adult life. And her beautiful gold-brown eyes were growing dull.

I'd rather know I can trust you. So before you read what's in that thing, tell me a story that squares with its details and exonerate yourself in my eyes. Tell me the story you should have told the sheriff right off the bat, when it wasn't too late, when the truth might still have given you your freedom. When the truth might have done you some good.

His eyes are a little together, but man, are they green.

There's an electricity in his eyes. Power. Light.

It was said that the view through the open window above the urinal, straight across the Bay to the Silver Span, was the finest obtainable from such a position anywhere in the world, but today Philip kept his eyes down. Foreshortened, yes, definitely.

with narrow set eyes that gave him the appearance of a rat. His torn jeans added to the general impression of lack of care, although it was to some extent offset by the brand new expensive white trainers that adorned his otherwise bare feet. Lorcan was nursing the dregs of a pint of Smithwicks, his second of the evening. It would be his last drink of the day, for Lorcan was stony broke.

It must be murder to be an aging beauty, a former Tadzio, to see your future as an ignored spectator rushing up to meet you like the hard pavement. What a small sip of gall to be able to time with each passing year the ever-shorter interval in which someone's eyes focus upon you. And then shift away.

At noon a huge crowd of retarded people came to visit Santa and passed me on my little island. These people were profoundly retarded. They were rolling their eyes and wagging their tongues and staggering toward Santa. It was a large group of retarded people and after watching them for a few minutes I could not begin to guess where the retarded people ended and the regular New Yorkers began. Everyone looks retarded once you set your mind to it.

Kylpaitryc's eyes streamed tears as he coughed explosively on harsh, sinus-raping smoke.

Alban looked thoughtful for a moment, her blue eyes intent on something only she could see, then returned her attention to the admiral.

Looking into the eyes of those in need we recognize that God's unmerited grace and mercy are the only reason we were released from spiritual prison. When we are offered the privilege of helping someone else who may not technically deserve our help, as God does to us, we are placed on holy ground.  It is holy because we are placed in the temporary position of God to determine whether we will act with grace and mercy as He has with us.

His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.

Her eyes were celadon saucers but bottomless, of such great depth that she could take in the knowledge of whole worlds and have room in that gaze for still more.

she looks at herself, at her bloodshot eyes, the small veins like red scattered roads and branching streams.

I look at his bloodshot eyes and wonder if it affects what he sees, everything covered by a veil of red lace that his hands can't ever lift.

The rich eyelashes again made him think that her eyes were half open.

A no ser por la mirada melancólica de sus ojos, cuando pensaba en Oki, nadie habría advertido su tristeza. Y hasta esa ocasional sombra sólo contribuía a acentuar su belleza.

Love is when you look into someone's eyes and see everything you need." —Unknown