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Eyes, black and glistening like deep wells, narrow to two happy crescents
Predators watch their quarry. It starts with the eyes.
The eyes are the window to where the soul is supposed to be.
What a wonderful phenomenon it is, carefully considered, when the human eye, that jewel of organic structures, concentrates its moist brilliance on another human creature!
The eyes are not the windows but the doors of the soul. Beware what may enter them.
One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture; A pale blue eye with a film over it.
My mother had me sort the eyes
I don't like your eyes. They belong on a dead fish.
Look eye! Always look eye!Eye-- Pat Morita
Once one had seen her eyes, the rest of the face grew vague, and when one tried to recall her image afterwards, only the piercing, questioning violence of the wide eyes remained.
Eyes to do, but what he knows to be absolutely
She has an eye like a man-eating fish
His eyes were as green and curious as the eyes of a tomcat who is old enough to be wise but not old enough to have lost that refined sense of cruelty which passes for fun in feline circles.
Love gives you eyes.
If only we could understand the language of the eyes, there would be more love in our world!
You don't need eyes to see, you need vision.
I eyed her like a thirsty traveler in the desert looks at a pail of water.
You have a wild-eyed look, my Beth. What do you
see?"
"Don't look at me," she cried, now utterly unhinged.
"Don't look into my eyes when you can see everything in them, and I am not able to look into yours and see anything!
There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work with harm.
Eyes so black they seem all pupils.
The eye is the best of artists.
The eyes envy the mind.
Your eyes, brilliant as shop windows Or as blazing lamp-stands at public festivals, Insolently use a borrowed power Without ever knowing the law of their beauty. Blind,
Not the eyes, but the heart sees the beauty.
If you say my eyes are beautiful, it's because they are looking at you.
The eyes she had wondered about turned out to be the most startling shade of blue-green she had even seen in her life. Ringed by raven lashes and a dark foreboding brow, they pierced her very soul.
Mallor reached into a pocket and tossed a pair of hazel eyeballs onto the table. They bounced softly and wobbled to a bloody stop next to the butcher's knife. "Go untie the man in my room, and see to it that he gets those back.
window, staring at
I fix mine eye on thine, and there
Pity my picture burning in thine eye ...
Ashryver eyes.
The fairest eyes, from legends old
of brightest, ringed with gold.
Human eyes are the sign language of the brain. If you watch them carefully, you can see the truth played out, raw and unguarded.
Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen.
They say the eyes are windows to the soul and in that moment, it was true.
You want some more?" Christa asked, her right eye drooping like an old lady's pantyhose. It was a sign that Christa was drunk. She said it was a form of lazy eye; I just thought it was hysterical and laughed although I tried to hide it with an inconspicuous cough.
People don't always express their inner thoughts to one another; a conversation may be quite trivial, but often the eyes will reveal what a person really thinks or feels.
I looked at her, at first with the sort of gaze that is not merely the messenger of the eyes, but a window at which all the senses lean out, anxious and petrified, a gaze that would like to touch the body it is looking at, capture it, take it away and the soul along with it.
This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.
The eye is always half-full.
Observe the eyes, for they are the windows to her soul.
The eyes are the gateway to the soul.
She thought her eyes were playing
I'm staring, emotionless, into a pair of unfamiliar, dark eyes. I feel as though I'm staring at two eyes I've never seen before, despite the fact that I've more than likely looked at these eyes on a daily basis since I was old enough to reach a mirror.
I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.
Love makes a good eye squint.
If your eyes could speak, what would they say?.
Where are the eyes of my childhood, those fearful eyes she had thirty years ago, the eyes that made me?
The eye is the window of the soul; even an animal looks for a man's intentions right into his eyes.
She had eyes like strange sins.
So did The Eye come here looking for me?"
"Actually, we came because we heard it was free corn dog night. Imagine our disappointment.
Love comes in at the eye.
The eyes are the windows of the soul ... If someone was to look into your eyes, what would you want them to see?
Happy the eyes that can close
I'd thought of her with unblinking eyes, moving always, across the pages of opened books with rapid precision, but as she stood in front of me, her eyes looked slow and watery. I capsized into them.
Men fall in love with their eyes.
The eyes were damned, the staring, glaring eyes of one who sees but does not see, eyes ever turned inward to the sterile hell of dreams beyond control, dreams unleashed, risen out of the stinking swamps of the unconscious.
The eyes have a property in things and territories not named in any title-deeds, and are the owners of our choicest possessions.
The hearts letter is read in the eyes.
He knew that her eyes were made up of dozens of shades of brown, with that one enchanting circle of green constantly daring him to take a closer look, to see if it was really there or just a figment of his imagination.
I've been waiting for you, his eyes are saying.
You've found me now, I'm certain my eyes are responding.
As Rafe watched the hovercopter circle back, I saw that his aqua eyes had a golden sheen, like sunlight reflecting off the surface of a lake, I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. "Your eyes . . .
Bring out the eyes.
The most beautiful eyes are those that seek beauty in others.
Dark-bright fire lit eyes
Eyes that displace the neighbor diamond, and outface that sunshine by their own sweet grace.
You know a one eyed woman, she do the best she can. She search the world over trying to find her a one eyed man.
The eyes sparked a lot of things for me, it could be somebody remembering something they had witnessed or heard about, or it could be the person in the photograph that was experiencing a tragedy or it could also be the spectator looking on from a safe distance.
Girl, have you any thought what your eyes mean?
You must have stolen them from some dead queen.
O little empty laughing soul that sings
And dances, tell me
What do your eyes mean?
The eyes are one of the most powerful tools a woman can have. With one look, she can relay the most intimate message. After the connection is made, words cease to exist.
Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever.
His closed-eye appearances had deceived many visitors, I was told, but they might then find, to their cost, that these closed eyes veiled the sharpest attention, the clearest and deepest mind, they were ever likely to encounter. On
Those eyes, seemingly without mystery, are like certain closed cities, such as Lyons and Zurich, and they hypnotize me as do empty theaters, deserted prisons, machinery at rest, deserts, for deserts are closed and do not communicate with the infinite.
She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes; eyes that were very pretty and very good.
He was looking toward Diane. He was not looking at Diane, but in her vicinity. She could see his pupils. They were not dilated. They were dots. He was looking toward Diane, but his glance seemed to stop just short of where Diane was. He was smiling.
My eyes were consumed by your loveliness, but you have become my eyes.
The eyes get in the way of the mind.
Does my eye look okay to you?Eye-- John Green
A pair of bright eyes with a dozen glances suffice to subdue a man; to enslave him, and enflame him; to make him even forget; they dazzle him so that the past becomes straightway dim to him; and he so prizes them that he would give all his life to possess 'em.
The eyes she remembered: dark and serious, ringed by the kind of lashes boys didn't care about and girls would kill for.
Here is Margo Roth Spiegelman, five feet away from me, her lips chapped to cracking, makeup-less, dirt in her fingernails, her eyes silent. I've never seen her eyes dead like that, but then again, maybe I've never seen her eyes before.
Every day the eye is subject to a thousand tiny shocks as a thousand industries compete for the eye-kick, the visual hook that will lock the consumer into product for that crucial second where the tiny - or not so tiny - leap of the imagination is made.
Any concerns or reservations?" Venkat asked. "Yeah. I'm concerned about what I ate last night. I think it had an eyeball in it." "I'm sure there wasn't an eyeball." "The engineers here made it for me special," Mitch said. "There may have been an eyeball," Venkat said. "They hate you.
The eye will have his part.
There was something magic in their large perfect eyes, something that made you pay attention
Those innocent eyes slit my soul up like a razor
The eye speaks with an eloquence and truthfulness surpassing speech. It is the window out of which the winged thoughts often fly unwittingly. It is the tiny magic mirror on whose crystal surface the moods of feeling fitfully play, like the sunlight and shadow on a still stream.
His eyes, green with yellow sparks, and with elongated pupils like a cat's, made his grandmother gasp and say: 'Jesus! He has the devil's eyes!
His were the kind of eyes that held secrets. The kind that lied without flinching. The kind that once you looked into them, it was hard to break away.
Eyes that droop like summer flowers.
Beautiful eyes are those that show the beautiful thoughts that burn below.
The green eyes in the carefully sweet face were turbulent, willful, lusty with life, distinctly at variance with her decorous demeanor. Her manners had been imposed upon her ... her eyes were her own.
My eyes! I'm blind!
The problem with my eyes is that they have been famished, but now they are feasting.
I walked up to the stairs and with my first step my eyes caught a pair of green emerald eyes, the face darkened by the corner it was hiding in. But the green eyes were clear, standing out like a beacon. Stopping dead, my heart skipped a few beats. I know those eyes, how can I forget them? Chax.
The eye is the window of the human body through which it feels its way and enjoys the beauty of the world.
Blind in the eye, so I see you with my heart
It blistered the eyes , beauty like hers .
Your eyes have the colour of the moon,
I try very hard to keep my eyes open so that I can look at my beloved.
With eager dragon-eyes;
The eyes were the same color, darker than mine, to the point that they didn't seem to have a pupil as they regarded me quizzically. "For such a small creature, you cause a lot of trouble." "So people ... keep telling me," I said, dizzy and weaponless, and wondering what this new hell was.