Quotes About Eyes

A smile teased at his lips, but he fought it. "Can you come over here and sit down please? I'd like to ask you a few questions." He made his way to the table and sat. Her eyes were mighty wary, but she clomped right over to him in her boots. She pulled the chair a nice, safe distance away from him, then flipped the chair around and straddled it, deliberately behaving in the least ladylike way she could manage. "All right. Let's talk.

But in the moonlight your eyes glow like there's a fire burning in you. It's as if you were born to spread warmth and love.

Eyes don't breath. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.

I finally pushed away and wiped my eyes. I looked at him, expecting to see his own embarrassment, but instead I only saw concern in his eyes. "You have a sister, don't you?" I asked. "Three," he answered. "I could tell. Maybe that's why I-" I shook my head. "I don't want you to think I do this a lot." "Cry? Or get abducted?" I smiled. "Both.

Eyes don't breath. I know that much. But her eyes look breathless

His voice was warm and slow and reminded me of the gentle rumble of a distant summer storm--so inviting at a distance. And those eyes again, the ones that made me feel naked, like he saw beneath my skin. I knew I couldn't sit down and tell him my worries, but his steadfast gaze made me want to.

Before that kindness, the color of his eyes hadn't mattered.

I wondered how I had not seen how beautiful his eyes were the first time we met.

Lady Audley's clear blue eyes dilated as she fixed them suddenly on the young barrister. The wintry sunlight, gleaming full upon her face from a side window, lit up the azure of those beautiful eyes, till their color seemed to flicker and tremble betwixt blue and green, as the opal tints of the sea change upon a summer's day. The small brush fell from her hand, and blotted out the peasant's face under a widening circle of crimson lake.

Do you know that old song about Orpheus, how he played his lyre on the mountainside, and found a lion had crouched at his feet to listen? I'm no Orpheus, I know; but sometimes I see the lion's eyes. Where did it go, after the music, what became of it? The story doesn't say.

Stali?my naprzeciwko siebie, zapatrzeni jak wtedy, gdy niespodziewanie spotyka si? jelenia - oboje zastygacie na chwil?, równie zaskoczeni, i to spojrzenie zdaje si? by? pojedynczym, jakby obie strony mia?y te same oczy.

Then she saw me watching her. For perhaps two seconds our eyes met and held. I knew then why the ancients armed the cruellest god with arrows; I felt the shock of it right through my body.

I'm watching you, big boy, my eyes say, but his are closed so it's an optical monologue.

Tus ojos son demasiado grandes; cuando ríes, a través de ellos se ve tu corazón.

Justice is blind, but judges have eyes.

Love is blind, but lust has many eyes.

Love pierces the soul more beautifully than light pierces the eyes.

The passing of spring The birds weep and in the eyes Of fish there are tears.

Pausing between clouds the moon rests in the eyes of its beholders

Spring is passing by! Birds are weeping and the eyes Of fish fill with tears.

In Chinese, the name of this bird is also the word used to describe the color of your eyes.

And sometimes when her light brown eyes locked on to my dark brown ones, it was like she was reaching a hand all the way into my chest, like she was digging around in there for the most honest thing she could find.

Look at your eyes. You've got bigger bags than Louis Vuitton.