Quotes About Eyes

I met this six-year-old child, with this blank, pale, emotionless face, and the blackest eyes... the devil's eyes." ~Dr. Sam Loomis/Halloween

My eyes were trying to tell me something that my brain refused to believe. They made their point. I was looking straight into another pair of eyes, human eyes, but large, flat, luminous. I have seen such eyes among the nocturnal creatures, which creep out under the artificial blue moonlight in the zoo.

The child's face is close to her own now, but there is still no detail. It is a blur, a watercolor painting left out in the rain, the shades running, blending into one another. Only the eyes remain clear; black and hungry, jealous of life.

The beam caught the bowed head of Angel. He glanced up into Bobby Sciorra's eyes and smiled. Sciorra looked puzzled for a moment and then his mouth opened in slow-dawning realization. He was already turning to try to locate Louis when the darkness seemed to come alive around him and his eyes widened as he realized, too late, that death had come for him too.

Ears were blocked to reason, and eyes blocked to goodness.

lagophthalmos—a

Her eyes were deep and feral, and she had a single eyebrow—that is, it extended without a break across her nose, unplucked and thick.

When you look at pictures of people you know are dead, there is something different about the eyes. As if they anticipated their particular fate.It is a visceral recognition. I told myself I was getting too fanciful and went to bed.

I fix mine eye on thine, and there Pity my picture burning in thine eye...

Stay, O sweet, and do not rise; The light that shines comes from thine eyes; The day breaks not, it is my heart, Because that you and I must part.

Even in the washed out light of that place, the tears in Micky's eyes glittered like the last sparks of a dying star.

He looked off into the distance with narrowed eyes. Man of action, seeing things no one else does. "Let's just say we had indications…" and he let it dangle in the air, as if mystery were the ultimate justification.

The soul establishes itself. But how far can it swim out through the eyes And still return safely to its nest?

After sleeping through a hundred million centuries, we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life.

Even through the hollow eyes of death I spy life peering.

The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever! Then flashed the living lightning from her eyes, And screams of horror rend th' affrighted skies.

It was like the eve of a battle; the hearts beat, the eyes laughed, and they felft that the life they were perhaps going to lose, was after all, a good thing.

If those sorts of moments would be the only pleasure life offered me, I'd be better off shutting out that one brilliant source of light to let my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness.

All my life, since I came to the Institute, you were the mirror of my soul. I saw the good in me in you. In your eyes alone I found grace. When you are gone from me, who will see me like that?

People were all around them, but with eyes that had gone intensely blue he whispered, "I love you

The elflocks of the crowd were every color of the rainbow, as was the light from their eyes that shone through the mask of the Arkadian winter night. Some of them had wings, but not gauzy gossamer tattooist fabulosities. The wing'd ones among them bore twin sails at their backs, reptilian bat bones folded and hooded just above their heads in taloned, Gothic arches of epidermis.

Beauty attracts everyone, and as a result, it faces all risks of evil eyes.

Beauty hits eyes, and love touches heartbeats.

Beauty mesmerizes with the eyes, captivates with the smile, and becomes victorious with love.