Quotes About Eyes

As she spoke, Mrs Elm's eyes came alive, twinkling like puddles in moonlight.

You can always tell if someone is kind because kindness is the sparkle inside their eyes.

And they see, for a moment, Stretching out, like the desert In its weary, unprofitable length, Their faded ignoble lives. While the locks are yet brown on thy head, While the soul still looks through thine eyes, While the heart still pours The mantling blood to thy cheek, Sink, O Youth, in thy soul! Yearn to the greatness of Nature! Rally the good in the depths of thyself.

Events are not determined by the wheel of fortune, which is blind, but by the wheels of Providence, which are full of eyes

Bendito sea Dios por ese libro que nos muestra nuestro remedio, al igual que este abre nuestra herida. Señor, ¡abre nuestros ojos y miraremos las maravillas de tu ley y de tu evangelio! (Sal. 119:18).

The angels that dry our eyes bear the form and the features of all we have said and thought—above all, of what we have done, prior to the hour of misfortune.

I have lost, within these last few days, a little bull-dog. He had just completed the sixth month of his brief existence. He had no history. His intelligent eyes opened to look out upon the world, to love mankind, then closed again on the cruel secrets of death.

And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.

I need no dictionary of quotations to remind me that the eyes are the windows of the soul.

particularly when his people's welfare was at stake. Now, feeling his gray eyes boring into hers, feeling the bridled power of the fingers wrapped around hers, she knew why. "No matter where you look for the man, he is certain to escape you. He knows these lands as well as you, John. And he

Four-Word Lines" Your eyes are just like bees, and I feel like a flower. Their brown power makes a breeze go over my skin. When your lashes ride down and rise like brown bees' legs, your prolonged gaze makes my eyes gauze. I wish we were in some shade and no swarm of other eyes to know that I'm a flower breathing bare, laid open to your bees' warm stare. I'd let you wade in me and seize with your eager brown bees' power a sweet glistening at my core.

What are you reading?" She replied without once taking her eyes off the page. "I am reading the sort of sentimental novel men dismiss as rubbish but could actually stand to learn a thing or two from." "That's an awfully long title," he remarked dryly.

I see his eyes where petals part tired, remote, another coast.

He could see now that she looked tired; the delicate tissue under her eyes bruised violet with fatigue. He fought an almost irresistible desire to trace the half-circles with his finger.

She was Venice personified, with her immortal agelessness and her beautiful, mysterious eyes that promised deliverance and salvation, her mouth that had spoken a hundred promises. All of them lies.

I morti verze i oci ai vivi. The dead open the eyes of the living.

How could I have lived my entire life without knowing this man? His eyes are gray and green, and I smooth my fingertips over the arches of his brows. I touch the sleekness of the hair that falls in front of his ears.

James had eyes of summer-sky blue, ringed with deep navy. The contrast could be startling. The dark fringe of his lashes swept down as his eyes narrowed. He licked his lips.

I look up at his eyes brightening through the tears. I haven't seen them shine like that in over a year.

Rest your eyes well before September because with all its colours autumn is coming to visit them!

The mourning cloak caterpillar is black with white speckles and a row of red diamonds on its back with black bristles. It has shiny eyes. It grows about as long as your

plump green caterpillar has two large black and yellow "eyes" staring out of its bulging head. They are not eyes that see, but "eyespots." Its real eyes are

Go to hell," he said, but there was a desolate fear in his eyes and I couldn't look away. "Been there. Trust me. It's so overrated.

And then you came along and you spoke to me and nobody had looked me in the eye for years. (...) But I remember you that day and you looked at peace with yourself and it made me reconsider everything I had planned to do. Because I thought to myself, you can't do this to her, not after the Hermit thing." "Do what to me? I don't think leaving me on that platform would have changed my life, Griggs," I lie. "You being on that platform changed mine.