Quotes About Eyes

But Outsider Art is its own context. I don't have to know all about the Impressionists or the Abstract Expressionists. I don't have to be able to fit this art into any historic chronology. I don't feel like an ignoramus. Irony of ironies, I don't feel like an outsider—to fall in love I only need eyes.

I jerked my head at the billboard and asked J.Lo, "What is that thing even trying to sell me, anyway?" "Eh," said J.Lo as he tried to think of how to explain it. "Is a kind of strap for people whose eyes are too big. Aslike a bra for your face.

Because when, previously, they had wrenched a book out of his hands, he had stared into space so disconcertingly it made the rest of us feel like putting a bag over his head. Sometimes, if he didn't have a book, to occupy Joseph's eyes I would plant a cereal-box side panel in front of him, and his eyes would slide over and attach to the words, as if they could not do anything but roam and float in the air until words and numbers anchored them back into our world.

Your eyes shine, he said. How do they do that? Blood, she said.

Come, dry your eyes, for you are LIFE, rarer than a quark and unpredictable beyond the dreams of Heisenberg; the clay in which the forces that shape all things leave their fingerprints most clearly. Dry your eyes, and let's go home.

Where comes this dullness in your eyes? How has your century numbed you so? Shall man be given marvels only when he is beyond all wonder?

The Sun has come to represent enlightenment and salvation across many cultures. I think that if we remove such comforting concepts we are required to do more soul searching but eventually our eyes become accustomed to the dark and our lives become richer.

Within infinite myths lies the eternal truth Who sees it all? Varuna has but a thousand eyes, Indra has a hundred, You and I, only two.

Within infinite myths lies the eternal truth Who sees it all? Varuna has but a thousand eyes Indra, a hundred You and I, only two

with in a infinite myth their lies a eternal truth who sees it all. varuna has thousand eyes indra has hundred and you and i oly two.

Within infinite myths lies the eternal truth, Who sees it all? Varuna has but a thousand eyes Indra a hundred And I, only two.

I will know how to hold you just by the look in your eye, I will never forget - not even on the day that I die. This is a promise of my passion for you, smile at me and make it true.

But he couldn't do it with orchid. He had to know. 'But you think it was showing off.' 'Well...' she ducked her chin and her bangs fell into her eyes, but they didn't hide her smile. 'Wasn't it?' He smiled back. OK, she had him there. 'A little.' 'A little?' She repeated. Now he grinned wide. 'Oh, Orchid, when I really want to show off, you'll know it.

I'm delirious. Spots are crawling before my eyes." "Those are spiders.

He was a mesmerizing character, with deep-set gypsylike eyes, the longish hair, the poetic darkness.

I had Wayne as a guest on the show once. He may not remember, because I'm not sure he ever saw me. His eyes and consciousness seem to bypass you somehow, and focus somewhere in an undefined middle distance. The words sound memorized; he has an affect that might best be described as "nobody home.

I looked into his sandy brown eyes, at one with the hair. At the business- like outward presentation of the man who daily printed sneers, innuendo, distrust and spite and spoke without showing a trace of them. 'Off the record,' I said,'bash his face in'.

We knew thee of old,O divinely restored,By the light of thine eyesAnd the light of thy sword.From the graves of our slainShall thy valor prevailAs we greet thee again—Hail, Liberty! Hail!

Her eyes lit up when she mentioned the grand thoroughfare Central Avenue, where black nightclubs flourished and where the Dunbar Hotel, home to the black elite, stood like a mighty fortress.

Every time I watch you open those beautiful eyes, I gaze with awe just thinking of how blessed I am to spend the rest of my life with you.

How strange a thing is death, bringing to his knees, bringing to his antlers The buck in the snow . . . Life, looking out attentive from the eyes of the doe.

I catch her eyes and she's smiling at me. It's the kind of smile you smile when you're thinking someone over and trying to decide how you feel about them.

He smiles at me, and for the first time I notice how blue his eyes are- like, bright-shy blue.

It's strange seeing his eyes in someone else's face