Quotes About Eyes

Her hair gives dawn it's fire, her eyes give dusk her soul" He knew how to use his voice to melt a girl's heart, to make a girl want to believe. I steeled myself against the seductive words. "Excuse me?" "It's a line of poetry describing a beautiful girl, one who doesn't seem to know it.

The incredible blue of his eyes and the intensity with which zeroed in on me made my heart jolt, made me feel as if I were on an elevator that had suddenly dropped beneath me. All I could do was stare at him, surprised. Of course the character of Helena would have acted the same way. I wasn't acting but I looked like I was

She had no beauty to commend her apart from the sweetness of her smile and the kindliness of her round brown eyes, but she carried with her wherever she went that aura of almost heavenly motherliness which so often shines about a woman who has borne only one child, and in losing it has become mother to all the world, shining more wonderfully than about the mother of a dozen.

What a dimple! It was years since Mère Madeleine had set eyes on a child, though she had prayed for them so unceasingly.

Have you ever seen a bird without its beak? Horrible, just tiny dead eyes and a hole in its face.

Sometimes you fall in love with someone because of the way they laugh with their eyes the moments they make you feel beautiful even when you aren't and how you see their face every time someone says "Love"...

I looked up and met the saddest eyes I've ever seen. His eyes were like a hole that I fell into. I could see every emotion passing through his mind. I could see hope, yet the emotion that stood out the most, hurt led me to his his heart, his poor broken heart...

When I first met him I didn't want to look into his eyes because I knew I would be able to tell how he thought about me and that scared me

I believed you, just for a second, until I looked into your eyes...

He watched her retreat, his eyes lazy, and his body unmoving. A trickle of blood seeped slowly from the corner of his mouth. He let her get nearly out of the room before he spoke, "I may not have the right, Silence, me love," he drawled so soft she nearly didn't catch the words. "But I would've listened to ye. I would've believed ye.

Are you frightened of me?' asked Ironclaw. 'No. Why should I be?' 'I'm very fierce,' said the brazzle, with some pride. ' All brazzles are fierce. They have to be, they guard hoards of gold. And they peck people's eyes out. Only when necessary, you understand.' 'Have you ever pecked someone's eyes out?' Ironclaw looked sheepish. 'No. But I could if I wanted to.' Felix smiled.

respond to that except by admitting it? 'Yes. My eyes are always stinging from the smoke of it.

Though my love for you is infinitesimal, your eyes are as dewey as any old decimal.

Love Poem for a Librarian Although her love for me is infinitesimal, Her eyes are as Dewey as any old decimal.

She had never been so affected by the idea of intimacy, but there was something about his eyes; something warm, and gentle even though she felt transparent every time he turned his attention on her; like he could see her, really see her. The idea of being so exposed to someone…it took her breath away.

The sun flitered in through the small, dirty windows, catches his eyes. They are brown, ordinary, but the way he looks at me—no one has ever looked at me like he does. He looks at me like he sees something. Someone. Me. "All right," he says, and puts his hands behind his head. "Go ahead.

I see it in his eyes, he has eyes you can see everything in, and I say, "Morgan," my voice as quiet as the ghost I am supposed to be.

I am shot with wounds which have eyes that see a world all sorrow, always to be, panoramic and unhealable, and mouths that hang unspeakable in the sky of blood.

I knew I had looked into the eyes of a lost soul, Austin, the man's outward form remained, but all hell was within it.

The eyes of the Lord are still searching the earth today for the Ezras who will confess the sins of a faithless remnant

Sus ojos eran la guerra.

y él murmuraba amen al tiempo que ellos, para que no se sintieran tan solos cuando caían al suelo y morían. Pero sus ojos claros y fríos estaban atentos a las ondulantes filas de la caballería enemiga

todos los ojos de todos los niños de todas las guerras eran una larga recriminación sin palabras al mundo de los adultos.

Sus ojos seguían fijos en la luz declinante y en la creciente oscuridad. Esa negrura preternatural que parece decir a la más luminosa y sublime obra de Dios: «Déjame el sitio; acaba ya de brillar».