Quotes About Eyes

I'm told Jodha was someone whose eyes conveyed humility, simplicity, courage, and conviction. Paridhi embodies everything I had in mind for Jodha.

Originality is simply a pair of fresh eyes.

Rob was lying just beyond the edge of the shadows thrown by her eyelashes.

sorrow not only twists the heart, but also dims the eyes. Only the very wise can see good in the earth when they are grieving.

For what is storytelling if not ideas brought full and whole to the inner eyes of those who listen?

That night in my bed, when I closed my eyes, bee hum ran through my body. Ran through the whole earth. It was the oldest sound there was. Souls flying away.

Looking at her eyes, I could see a fire inside them. It was a hearth fire you could depend on, you could draw up to and get warm by if you were cold or cook something on that would feed the emptiness in you.

I have noticed that, if you look carefully at people's eyes, the first five seconds they look at you, the truth of their feelings will shine through, for just an instant before it flickers away.

She smiled and the skin wrinkled around her eyes in that way that makes a woman beautiful.

When the outlook is bright, bring it before their eyes; but tell them nothing when the situation is gloomy.

Their eyes were usually open, and they stared up at the moon that had killed them.

slime eel, a primitive creature with five hearts and no eyes that bores its way inside fish, devouring them from within

Wish on a star, said a tiny voice in his head from some long-departed day of early childhood: Wish on a star--the cry of pleasure and faith as ancient as the eyes of man.

He was tall, and straight, with a lot of very thick, wild, white hair. In his grim brown face the nose curved fiercely, like a bent bow, and the eyes were deep-set and dark.

We got up and smiled at each other. His eyes were lovely, and I was reminded of a line in book I read once, that God exists in the spaces between people.

Byron tilted his head to a very odd angle, half-closed his eyes and composed his features to suggest that he was about to expire from chronic indigestion.

I didn't believe we had ever been this tentative - not even in the very beginning. Perhaps especially not in the very beginning. We gave each other plenty of time for second thoughts, for a change of heart. We were polite with the buttons and respectful of the zippers. And all the while we watched each other's face, eyes locked.

And that infrequent and devastating smile—and eyes just the color of a Scottish loch at sunset, sort of green-gold, like summer bracken or polished cairngorm.

heaven in a gaze, A heaven of heavens, the privilege Of one another's eyes.

The blood that covered the front of her dress hit her square in the eyes, like a ripe tomato hurled at her face. Forming a giant, angry fist, it reached into her throat and dragged forth a low, unwilling scream.

I was born with eyes that can never close...

You don't believe in Nature anymore. It's too isolated from you. You've abstracted it. It's so messy and damaged and sad. Your eyes glaze as you travel life's highway past all the crushed animals and the Big Gulp cups.

y se qudó un instante mirando esos ojos grices que no la miraban, o bien que miraban todo con la misma desatención alarmada

Sólo hay algo en la naturaleza remotamente parecido a esa mirada, y son los ojos de los tiburones blancos. Miran sin ver, de una forma única y aterradora.