Quotes About Eyes

your own father's hands that served his once bright eyes so well— that made them blind.

He has the thousand-yard stare.

I tell you the truth, you gave me life my breath leapt up in you and now you bring down night upon my eyes.

O the terror— the suffering, for all the world to see, the worst terror that ever met my eyes. What madness swept over you?

I, with my eyes, how could I look my father in the eyes when I go down to death?

Only in the eyes of love you can find infinity.

Your eyes will always be closer to your soul than to any other part of your body except the heart.

That ignorant confidence in one's self and one's future, which comes in life's first dawn, has a sort of mournful charm in experienced eyes, who know how much it all amounts to.

We were awash in tiny attentions. Small gestures, words, empathies thought to be extinct came to life... We discovered the color of each other's eyes.

Brushing the clouds away from my eyes, I see clarity in the raindrop and beauty in the first ray of morning sun...Life is strange and wondrous...

Justice is blind, but judges have eyes.

Meadows trim, with daisies pied,Shallow brooks, and rivers wide;Towers and battlements it seesBosom'd high in tufted trees,Where perhaps some beauty lies,The cynosure of neighboring eyes.

Ladies, whose bright eyesRain influence, and judge the prize.

If God, in his sovereign pleasure, had so appointed, you might have been as he is now; and he, instead of you, might have been set for the defense of the gospel. You were both equally blind by nature. If you attend to this, you will not reproach or hate him, because the Lord has been pleased to open your eyes, and not his.

The idols of the nations are silver and gold, the work of human hands. They have mouths, but they do not speak; they have eyes, but they do not see; they have ears, but they do not hear, nor is there any breath in their mouths. Those who make them become like them, so do all who trust in them' (Psalm 135:15-18;

And then I started driving to the beaches, I guess to make sure there was a whole world ready to welcome me when I finally decided to join it—if I ever decided to. I always came there with the intention of meeting someone. But then I would see a screaming fairy—and suddenly I'd be ashamed. It's very strange—but I couldnt bear to look into his eyes, afraid, I guess, that he'd look back at me with recognition.

Against a wall a faded blonde woman—an exiled angel, the hints of beauty still lingering on her palewhite face—sits with blackoutlined eyes burning into the bar.

The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears.

Gaea was short and squat, built like a barrel. Her skin was weathered and brown. She had a nose like a potato. But there were laugh lines around the corners of her eyes and her sensuous mouth.

They were no longer giving voice to their battle song, but the frenzy was still in their eyes. Steam puffed from their nostrils and the ones with bare skin glistened. They thundered by, then wheeled to face the angels.

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save that her eyes spoke too much mind for any one to think she could belong to those who had no souls.

Sloane looked at him for a moment, his eyes bright and intent as they had been before the war. Then the film of indifference settled over them, and he turned away from Stoner and shuffled some papers on his desk.

Yes, Lance?" "I would like permission to kiss you." I walked up close to him. I looked into those big blue eyes. "Permission granted!