Quotes About Eyes

If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.

Rafael, the Rat King, stared at the carnage with black-button eyes. She is dead. Ding dong, the witch is dead

No, death hadn't changed [Willie] much. But just in case, I avoided looking directly into his eyes. It was standard policy for dealing with vampires. He was a slime bucket, but now he was an undead slime bucket.

He looked less handsome without the smile and glow in his eyes, but he also seemed more real. Being real will get me into trouble faster than any amount of charm.

Besides I'm a sucker for a pair of pretty eyes.

was a clear, pale blue like the eyes of a Siberian husky dog. Human beings just didn't have eyes like that.

He can look harmless if he wants to. He is the consummate actor, but unless he works at it, his eyes give him away. If the eyes are the mirror to the soul, then Edward's in trouble because no one is home. He

He smiled back, but more like it was reflex. It never reached his eyes. They stayed cold and empty as a winter sky. Once the other marshals joined us he'd make his eyes sparkle, or fill with some emotion; he didn't bother when it was just us. We knew each other too well; there was no need to hide.

Shit, Anita. Zombies in your apartment and a mad millionaire after you to perform human sacrifices." Her grey eyes searched my face. "You're the only person I know who has weirder problems than I do.

My eyes swiveled to the sorrowful girl who was currently cowering in the foyer, looking as fearful as a cornered hamster as she trembled and tried not to cry.

Her eyes were as hard and bright as stars. Not the pretty sort that poets mooned about, but the kind that made men's destinies. The Orchid Affair

Her eyes were as hard and bright as stars. Not the pretty sort that poets mooned about, but the kind that made men's destinies.

She flushed a becoming pink during the ceremony; her green eyes moistened and shimmered like the calm and prosperous ocean.

Let love therefore be what it will, my Uncle Toby fell into it—And possibly, gentle reader, with such a temptation so wouldst thou: For never did thy eyes behold, or thy concupiscence covet, anything in this world more concupiscible than widow Wadman.

No, I am never setting foot in this house again it scares me and makes me sad and I wish you could be a mom whose eyes worked but I don't think you can.

Mother is the rock, I am the ocean. I have to pout and roll my eyes for hours until she finally wears down and crumbles into a thousand grains of beach sand. It takes a lot of energy. I don't think I have it in me.

The salt in my tears feels good when it stings my lips. I wash my face in the sink until there is nothing left of it, no eyes, no mouth. A slick nothing.

Her eyes were tired, but we're seniors. All seniors have dead eyes.

Marsh looked at me sideways, causing a brief stir of familiarity. You liked the library? It was all I could do to keep her from bolting herself inside, Alistair told him. With mock indignation, I protested, I never even touched a book. I walked through and walked out. Her eyes were filled with an unnatural light, Alister confided in his cousin. I feared for my safety.

That animated, Hellenistic sculpture with the green eyes...

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes, Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart.

Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.

There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.