Quotes About Eyes

I love your eyes, my darling friend, Their play so passionate and bright'ning, When a sudden stare up you send, And like a heaven-blown lightning, It'd take in all from end to end But there's more that I admire: Your eyes when they're downcast In bursts of love-inspired fire And through the eyelash goes fast A somber, dull call of desire..

Just an exit, and here, wonderfully, a young man in an old man's mustache, holding a sign lettered SR. ESS. Less raises his hand, and the man takes his luggage. Inside the sleek black car, Less finds his driver speaks no English. Fantastico, he thinks as he closes his eyes again.

Kiss me with your eyes.

There is a scream of the mouth and lungs, and a scream of the eyes and soul. If the former gets no response, the latter begins.

There is nothing so inspiring to a woman as seeing love in a man's eyes when he looks at her.

Did I ever tell you I was on TV once? Yup. I was in fifth grade, and a local news team came to cover a hurricane that blew a tree into our school. I was the girl crossing her eyes behind the newscaster, just to the left. (I saved the tape. I play

You must be Corrie," I said to the little girl standing on our front steps. She nodded shyly. Corrie was very pretty, with brownish-blonde hair cut straight across her forehead in bangs, and straight around her shoulders below. Her eyes were framed by long, dark lashes. She was small for her age and had no color at all in her cheeks.

The Brit's eyes had this pucker of awful witness.

And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! Beware! His flashing eyes, his floating hair! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drank the milk of Paradise.

Tissez un triple cercle autour de lui, et fermez les yeux de terreur sacrée : Car il s'est nourri de miellée, et a bu le lait du Paradis.

His eyes reconnected with hers, and she wondered if he remembered that they were an unusual shade of gray, which most people found arresting and which lying witnesses found disconcerting. When his gaze lowered

gracious your form and your eyes as honey : desire is poured upon your lovely face Aphrodite has honored you exceedingly...

comparison. His eyes were hazel, and his arms ended in white bandages just below the elbows.

She knew I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar. The fact that we were in front of hundreds of strangers changed nothing at all. I'd spent a summer with those same eyes-scared, lost, confused-staring back at me. I would have known them anywhere.

What was the name of Pygmalion's sister? She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. Ummm, she said, keeping her eyes on me. I don't know. Rogerson did, I told her. Rogerson knew everything.

Eyes closed, I saw only the blackness, reminding me of this one thing, the most deep of my secrets; eyes open, there was only the world that didn't know it, bright, inescapable, and somehow, still there.

Rubin, the man at the newsstand, had poor eyes. They may not have been actually weak but they were poor in expression, with lacy lids that furled down at the corners.

There was something magic in their large perfect eyes, something that made you pay attention

Heh? Eh? Our youth is dead. From the minute we discover it with eyes closed Advancing into mountain light. Ouch.

The soul establishes itself. But how far can it swim out through the eyes And still return safely to its nest?" Self-Portrait In a Convex Mirror

He wore glasses and you immediately noticed his eyes. They were unusual because their look was both penetrating and sensitive. A man, you said to yourself, who calculated in millimetres.

The eyes were of a color which he could never decide on, afterwards when he told the story he used to say they were the color of everything in Spring.

For though our eyes, in what direction soever they turn, are forced to behold the works of God, we see how fleeting our attention is, and holy quickly pious thoughts, if any arise, vanish away.