Quotes About Eyes

Everyone knows that the human body is a miniature version of the universe—the eyes and ears are the sun and moon, breath is air, blood is rain.

Now, seeing the newchild and its expression, he was reminded that the light eyes were not only a rarity but gave the one who had them a certain look—what was it? Depth, he decided; as if one were looking into the clear water of the river, down to the bottom, where things might lurk which hadn't been discovered yet.

She turned her eyes away quickly so that she would not learn it, would not be guilty of something clearly forbidden to her. But it made her smile, to see it, to see how the pen formed the shapes and the shapes told a story of a name.

he'd looked as tall and cool as ever, but a faint panicked light in his blue eyes had put her oddly in mind of a cat that had just had an inadvertent ride in a dryer.

Cordelia, thoroughly irritated, said, "Very well. Send the bill to my husband. Admiral Aral Vorkosigan, Vorkosigan House. While you're about it you can explain why you tried to pass off sleaze on his wife—Yeoman." This last was a guess, based on his age and walk, but she could tell from his eyes she'd struck home. The

She couldn't turn away from the eyes that held her. Eyes as deep, as Dark as the night, yet there was something that sparked with warmth, that kept those eyes from being cold.

Each time she closed her eyes she saw…herself…surrounded by the Mackay cousins, their hands touching her as pleasure whipped around her. But it wasn't pleasure she felt in the memory. She felt the dark swirl of shame.

Tu hai gli occhi irlandesi, ragazzo mio. Un giorno vedrai con occhi che non sono i tuoi, sentirai con il cuore di un'altra persona. Selvaggi occhi irlandesi, Nathan. Quando ami qualcuno, ama con tutto te stesso e sinceramente, ma stai attento perché quegli occhi non sono soltanto lo specchio della tua anima, ma anche finestre sull'anima di colei che ami Il Doppio volto dell'Amore - Wild Card

Only a fool could set eyes on you and see an old maid.

She wore a lot of gray-green corduroy. She had been under the impression that it brought out her eyes, those shy stars.

You live and die in the batting of my eyes. You cast a wavering shadow over the snow for a day. I cast my shadow over empires across eons. - Orm Hinn Langi the Dragon

Madonna Maria, Dottore, please tell me some lies. I am not Pinocchio. The truth will make us free. We overcome by looking it in the eyes.

Love enters by the eyes and also leaves by the eyes.

Can you see the future, Kerbouchard? Who would wish to? Our lives hold a veil between anticipation and horror. Anticipation is the carrot suspended before the jackass to keep him moving forward. Horror is what he would see if he took his eyes off the carrot.

Navarro lifted a deprecating shoulder and one eyebrow. His eyes had never left the big redhead's carefully moving hands. The Mexican wore buckskin breeches, hand-tooled boots, and one ivory

deep blue. She was beautiful, not merely pretty, but there was in her eyes the haughty disdain of a queen reprimanding a clumsy subject.

The buccaroo dropped his stolid bull eyes, but raised them again and grinned. Well, I'm not particular about goin' this week, boss. That's not my name, said Drake, but it's what I am.

came up on the porch, I noticed that Helen's eyes went at once to the book I had been reading.

Dana had four beautiful eyes. She wore glasses. But her eyes were so beautiful that the glasses only made her prettier. With two eyes she was pretty. With four eyes she was beautiful. With six eyes she would have been even more beautiful. And if she had a hundred eyes, all over her face and her arms and her feet, why, she would have been the most beautiful creature in the world.

Dameon had hazel eyes with little black dots in the middle of each of them. The dots were called pupils.

Mr. Pendanski's face was so swollen, he could barely open his eyes. They were just slits.

Although he never set eyes on the Italian Renaissance building

You never know whose eyes God is watchin you through. It might not be your teacher, your preacher, or your Sunday school teacher. More likely it's gon' be that bum on the street.

A Servant of History Her eyes were of the lightest blue as if time had rinsed away most of the colour, but there was a liveliness inside them.