Quotes About Eyes

Except for his eyes. Those were completely bloodshot. "What time did you get up?" David said, looking him over. "Four twenty?

My entrance brought a little light to his eyes.

A boy and a girl, I forget their names. The two of them seemed to be a pair. The girl had hair like a raven and the boy looked a bit like Byron. They were interested in poetry. They had a little light behind the eyes. The girl asked me about Dorothy Parker

Sooz Rillington: Big doe-like eyes, legs for miles, and the confidence of ten mediocre men. A brilliant mind for Shakespeare and masterful impressionist

His features had the fine precision of sculpture. His hair was black and straight, swept back. The suntan of his skin intensified the startling color of his eyes: they were a pure, clear blue. His face was open, its rapid changes of expression reflecting whatever he felt, as if he had nothing to hide. The blue eyes were still and changeless, never giving a hint of what he thought.

As she looked at him, her dark gray eyes went slowly from astonishment to stillness, then to a strange expression that resembled a look of weariness, except that it seemed to reflect much more than the endurance of this one moment.

In the eyes of his contemporaries, he was a man who had committed the one unforgivable sin; he was proud of his wealth.

él siente, el insulso, charlatán, estúpido y baboso cabrón de ojos esquivos y boca suelta!

The eyes were dark and startling. They held such a wealth of intellect and of twinkling gaiety that his glasses seemed to be worn not to protect his eyes but to protect other men from their excessive brilliance.

Beautiful, aren't they?" Dr. Collier said. "They really are." "The change comes later. In about five years, although it seems like it's coming sooner all the time." "What change is that?" "When their eyes stop laughing. Their throats can still make the sound, but if you look at their eyes, you can see they've shut off something inside.

The change comes later. In about five years, although it seems like it's coming sooner all the time." "What change is that?" "When their eyes stop laughing. Their throats can still make the sound, but if you look at their eyes, you can see they've shut off something inside.

too much love like too much rain begets large and bloody pools of discontent. I see my winter marked in your eyes. Whoever told you I was perfection?'-exerpt from Valide

Her eyes were open and glazed, a piercing shade of violet with fixed, bottomless pupils.

The old man's white brows were pinched down over the bridge of his nose, "and there was grief in his eyes for the loss of one he had known for so many years—grief and something else Caris could not understand. The old man glanced up at the crowd behind them and said "Yes—perhaps.

He was quiet, holding that string and kite with everything he had. The way he looked. Eyes raised up, body tethered by one long thread to the big stormy sky, the whole of him up there with his words, talking to whoever was listening. I've not seen a sight to match it. No bones of his had ever been shoved in a feed bag. The man was a giant.

When the rain pours down especially, we have long hours of captivity, in which my sisters determinedly grow bored. But are there books, books there are! Rattling words on the page calling my eyes to dance with them. Everyone else will finish with the singular plowing through, and Ada still has discoveries ahead and behind.

SUNRISE TANTALIZE, evil eyes hypnotize:

Dellarobia noted they were not a perfect physical match: Nelda plump and rosy-cheeked, her mother fine-boned. The resemblance blazed in their wide brown eyes and the way they nodded, the gnomy caps bobbing. Mother-daughter adventurers. She felt a pang of longing, as she often did in church. Everybody had a mother and a God; those were standard issue.

Nos ocultaron que era tan difícil. Por tanto trazamos vírgenes imperfectas, sorprendidos al no hallar al final aquellos ojos vacíos —sino, por el contrario, dolor y remordimiento. Por eso nos herimos, por eso morimos. Pero se trata tan sólo de una cuestión de paciencia. De ejercicio.

For the first time I saw her lose a little poise. Her head retracted a fraction in a movement that was not quite a flinch, and her eyes dilated in a way that told me she'd just received a little helping of adrenaline.

I smiled into her green eyes. The smile felt strangely sad to me. Maybe she didn't notice.

In the dim light her eyes looked more gray than blue. I liked the way the lighting softened her features, the way it rendered her eyes, even her smile, alluringly ambiguous.

It was as though the real person had suddenly decided to reinhabit the hostess's body. Her eyes, her expression, her posture had all come alive, and again I felt that vital energy that had animated her dancing.

His voice was a deep and quiet rumble. It made me think of a freshly tuned tractor engine.. He didn't sound illiterate, but he didn't sound educated. In his speech as in so many other things, he was a mystery. Mostly it was his eyes that troubled me - a kind of peaceful absence in them, as if he were floating far, far away.