Quotes About Eyes

I wanted to wake him and see those eyes open. A thousand thousand times I had seen it, but I never tired of it.

I looked at her, as vivid in my doorway as the moon in the autumn sky. Her eyes held mind, gray and steady. It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment's carelessness. If I had every believed it, I no longer did.

She [Mother Legge] was a vast, dusky, double-chinned mountain of a woman, with astute, little grey eyes; eyes that seemed rather to aim at not seeing what she wanted to avoid, than at seeing what she wanted to see.

her dark eyes were like twin entrances to two deep caves. Nothing lived in those caves. Maybe something had, once upon a time. There were piles of picked bones back in there, some scribbling on the walls, and some grey ash where the fires had been.

What if those deep desires in our hearts are telling us the truth, revealing to us the life we were meant to live? God gave us eyes so that we might see; he gave us ears that we might hear; he gave us will that we might choose, and he gave us hearts that we might live. The way we handle the heart is everything.

and his eyes had that splendid innocence, that opaque blue candour of the satanically fallen. ~ The French Lieutenant's Woman

Frankie's face never reveals much. His eyes seldom blink, his voice is steady and flat as if he's measuring every word. Survival in prison required a poker face. Long stretches of solitude were common. "Are you sure?" he asks. It's obvious he has doubts about Seabrook

It was the eyes, the cold black eyes with layers of black wrinkles around them. Great eyes. Unforgettable eyes. His hair was white and thin on top with thickets around the ears, and the whiteness contrasted sharply with the rest of his face. When he spoke, the eyes narrowed and the black pupils glowed fiercely. Sinister eyes. Knowing eyes.

espléndida, tan alta y tan larga que el público aguantó la respiración sin dar crédito a lo que veían sus ojos.

SOON! NAM SOON!" All the children threw themselves on the floor—they covered their ears, they shut their eyes. "NOW I KNOW WHY MY VOICE NEVER CHANGES," Owen said to me. "DO YOU SEE WHY?" he asked me.

One thing," Father said. Susie the bear put her paw on my hand, as if even Susie knew what was coming. "Just one thing," Father said. We were very quiet, waiting for this. "It mustn't look like Sorrow," Father said. "And you've got the eyes, so you've got to pick out the dog. Just make sure it in no way resembles Sorrow." —

She saw stormtroopers running down the metal steps to the main floor. And now she looked directly into the terrifying eyes of Count Vidian.

Spun about, she saw the moon outside the windows. She saw stormtroopers running down the metal steps to the main floor. And now she looked directly into the terrifying eyes of Count Vidian.

The creature has a purpose, and his eyes are bright with it.

Closer of lovely eyes to lovely dreams, Lover of loneliness, and wandering, Of upcast eye, and tender pondering! Thee must I praise above all other glories That smile us on to tell delightful stories.

Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.

Alas! thou this wilt never do: Thou art an enchantress too, And wilt surely never spill Blood of those whose eyes can kill.

I may see you at a greater distance, I may not be able to appropriate you so closely to myself. Were you to loose a favorite bird from the cage, how would your eyes ache after it as long as it was in sight; when out of sight you would recover a little.

If only tears could speak, they would tell the agony of the eyes.

I should say that I am a visual person. I experience with my eyes and never, or rarely, with my ears... to my constant regret.

I once had an extraordinary experience with former prime minister Ted Heath. Both of his eyes, including the whites, turned jet black and I seemed to be looking into two black holes.

Clever plastic surgery can restore an appearance of youth, but nothing changes the expression of age and experience in the eyes.

Worship doesn't happen when a guy gets on a stage w/ a guitar. It happens when faith-filled eyes behold the glory of Christ.

Faith is like pure eyes that enable us to see a pure and perfect world beyond the suffering world of samsara.