Quotes About Eyes

There was a bold gleam in his eyes and a smile on his face.

strong, stirring instant as with fascinated eyes I watched

She's got those big black eyes with plenty shiny white in them that makes them shine like brand new money and she knows what God gave women eyelashes for, too. Her hair is not what you might call straight. It's negro hair, but it's got a kind of white flavor. Like the piece of string out of a ham. It's not ham at all, but it's been around ham and got the flavor.

Six eyes were questioning God.

Those full, lazy eyes with the lashes curling sharply away like drawn scimitars.

A sound of strife in Jody's throat, but his eyes stared unwillingly into a corner of the room so Janie knew the futile fight was not with her. The icy sword of the square-toed one had cut off his breath and left his hands in a pose of agonizing protest. Janie gave them peace on his breast, then she studied his dead face for a long time.

Some dead with fighting faces and eyes flung wide open in wonder. Death had found them watching, trying to see beyond seeing.

it was a reality shared by all the world, and not merely an optical delusion confined to their own eyes in their own garden.

sus ojos, así, llenaban aquel semblante en flor con la luz de su belleza.

Pero sus ojos, así, llenaban aquel semblante en flor con la luz de su belleza.

raso que es patrimonio exclusivo de los cutis muy finos. Ojos azules

No sé si usted ha sufrido una impresión semejante; pero cuando ella me extendió la mano y nos miramos, sentí que por ese contacto tibio, la espléndida belleza de aquellos ojos sombríos y de aquel cuerpo mudo, se infiltraba en una caliente onda en todo mi ser.

Tenía, bajo el cabello muy oscuro, un rostro de suprema blancura, de ese blanco mate y raso que es patrimonio exclusivo de los cutis muy finos. Ojos azules, largos, perdiéndose hacia las sienes en el cerco de sus negras pestañas. Acaso un poco separados, lo que da, bajo una frente tersa, aire de mucha nobleza o de gran terquedad. Pero sus ojos, así, llenaban aquel semblante en flor con la luz de su belleza.

Yo tengo alguna idea, como todo hombre, de lo que son dos ojos que nos aman cuando uno se va acercando despacio a ellos. Pero la luz de aquellos ojos, la felicidad en que se iban anegando mientras me acercaba, el mareado relampagueo de dicha –hasta el estrabismo–cuando me incliné sobre ellos, jamás en un amor normal a treinta y siete grados los volveré a hallar.

She just played with it slowly, and then pointed a pair of grey eyes at me. I say a pair. I mean her pair. She didn't get a pair of someone else's out from a drawer and point them at me. She pointed her own pair of huge, pale, grey, pale, huge eyes at me. The sort of eyes that can make a grown man talk gibberish to himself. Get a grip, for Christ's sake.

Your little sister Has tossed her Untied hair forward Like a living veil, Like a fragrant hedge, And peers, with such eyes! Through a fragrant veil, Through a dark hedge ... How sweet it is to only Think of such little things. Fruits have ripened On all the longing branches In your nightly garden, Chinese lanterns like red fruits Sway and illuminate The longing branches Rustled by the night wind In your little garden ... How sweet it is to only Think of such little things.

So las ich falsch in deinem Aug, dem tiefen? Kein heimlich Sehnen sah ich heiß dort funkeln? Es birgt zu deiner Seele keine Pforte Dein feuchter Blick? Die Wünsche, die dort schliefen, Wie stille Rosen in der Flut, der dunkeln, Sind, wie dein Plaudern: seellos... Worte, Worte?

The fourth elf was younger than the others. This showed in the perfection of her skin, the agility and speed of her movements, and in the brightness of her dress. Her long silk garment was yellow and gold and green, and she wore a blue silk choker with a trailing silver scarf at her neck matching another at her waist. There was fire in her dark eyes which added to her overpowering beauty.

Whatever it was in his eyes she had seen, it made her take him home with her. I shouldn't be doing this, she told herself as she spooned her fleech-mush into a bowl and reconstituted it with water in the dispenser. A nonsocialised introversion level 6 winger with Grade 3 narcissistic tendencies doesn't do this.

Nor did he trouble to disguise his contempt for the Redmans. In his eyes, they were empire builders, in the game for their "own personal purposes, not for what they could offer.

Why did Justice really always wear a blindfold? I knew now. It was because the cunning bitch had dollar signs for eyeballs

To see truth as truth, we don't need a lot of study. It's not complicated. What we need is pure observation. An open mind and fresh eyes will serve us well.

My mind is heaven My eyes are the sun and the moon My awareness shines like the morning star.

Love and peace are transmitted not through words but the soft light of the eyes and the curved lips of a gentle smile.