Quotes About Eye

And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams-- In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams!

The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

Yes, Black Eye. I remember," said Snap. "He had a—" "Let me guess," Lucky interrupted. "A black patch of fur around one eye?" Snap cocked her head, perplexed. "How did you know?" Lucky sighed. "Never mind.

Her instincts were too populist for us to see eye to eye on policy, however,

No--no other man is cursed With such doubleness of eye, They can hunger, they can thirst, But they know for what and why.

Cameras flashed. I turned away and saw spots. It was surreal. That's what people always say to describe moments that are merely unusual. I thought: You have no fucking idea what surreal is. My hangover was really warming up now, my left eye throbbing like a heart.

Wolfram," Dan mused, a far-off look in his eye. "I've heard of that from somewhere." Amy was skeptical. "Are you sure you're not thinking of Wolfgang?

I waited alone in a cold ante-room. Aides came and went, including General Knox who bestowed on me his fish eye as he went inside.

If you stare into its cold dead eye, the camera always mocks you with the truth.

The monster fills the eye and the mind, and for a second or two there seems to be nothing else in the world but the metal and the noise and the terror.

Don't use your skin tone as a guide to choosing the color of your eye shadow. Rather, for everyday application, pick shades of shadow that bring out your eye color.

Painting picture by picture, I followed the impressions my eye took in at heightened moments. I painted only memories, adding nothing, no details that I did not see. Hence the simplicity of the paintings, their emptiness.

Getting hit in the eye is scary thing, not like a tooth or finger. You get hit in the eye, you only got two of those.

At night if I'm in a hurry, I'll just put on a lot of mascara and black pencil all the way around the inner rim. It's a totally sexy eye in a minute and a half.

The world is a giant eye, staring back at the stars. When it tires, it closes its lids--just as I am doing now--and gives way to dreams, which is why the night is so much more mysterious than the day.

Can't get that drummer boy out of my inner eye. He's stuck in there like a floating thing. I guess he should a got more from living than he did. Brave lad out of Missouri and cheery and not expecting nothing. His head rolling about a lonesome meadow in Virginia. Bright eyes and now they put him in a hole. By God it wouldn't even be good enough to weep for him.

I have seen the greatest beauty. The wonders of the world, and the wonders of my eye.

Now can I go in and kill everybody?" Max asked. "No." "You and your half-canine morals. It does nothing but get in the way." "I know you're working hard to be a sociopath, but stop it." "Sociopath is in the eye of the—" "—forensic psychologist working for the prosecution?

I think Douglas [Adams] is writing with an eye to irony for adults at the same time as entertaining children.

And then she caught the eye of the earl across the room. He was looking intently at her as if he could read her thoughts. For a moment, caught unawares, she felt the connection there had always used to be between them. She felt breathless.

The man was a lunatic who somehow could tap into sanity when he looked her in the eye. What did that man make her? A human straightjacket?

He rubbed the ugly, jagged scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his hairline just above his ear. He was glad he had it. A lifelong reminder of that awful day

For Emerson, the value and distinction of transcendentalism was very much akin to this swerving and rolling away from acute definition. All the world is taken in through the eye, to reach the soul, where it becomes more, representative of a realm deeper than appearances: a realm ideal and sublime, the deep stillness that is, whose whole proclamation is the silence and the lack of material instance in which, patiently and radiantly, the universe exists.

Whatever you eye falls on - for it will fall on what you love - will lead you to the questions of your life, the questions that are incumbent upon you to answer, because that is how the mind works in concert with the eye. The things of this world draw us where we need to go.