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Eyes so black they seem all pupils.
I just rocked the eye chart,
So if you can't see it, now you know it by heart.
Saturnine, with thin arched brows above large eyes as black and
The eyes are the amulets of the mind.
Who you looking at-- Darren Shan
My eyes are not for sale and nobody owns the world.
The long eyelids beat and lift: a burning needleprick stings and quivers in the velvet iris.
His eyeballs look like he bought them in a joke shop.
I become the transparent eyeball...
Dark-bright fire lit eyes
Catch my eye,tell me what you see
Wonder if they could guess it about me
Here i'm standing in a double life
One with love,one with strife
Try to act normal,and play it cool
So afraid of breaking a rule
But now i'm falling to hard to stop
Can't help but take the next drop
She is the elephant's eyebrows,
Almost nothing need be said when you have eyes.
For my everyday look, I don't like going anywhere without eye makeup.
People's eyes are blobs of jelly. That's what the medic told me one I'd lost my right eye. But her eyes? Her eyes were limitless, like the night sky. Her gaze dissolved into space, as though all human experience could be found in her glassy eyes. I
Happy the eyes that can close
Left Eye, man ... who else has more personality than Left Eye?
Remember, it's all fun and games until somebody loses an eyeball, and then it's, "Hey! free eyeball!" - T-SHIRT
I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light, are luminous, but not sparkling.
You're fond, I imagine of your right eye? I mean, you've gone to the trouble of putting make up on it.
I was born with eyes that can never close...
A woman with a hazel eye never elopes from her husband, never chats scandal, never finds fault, never talks too much nor too little
always is an entertaining, intellectual, agreeable and lovely creature.
If you watch Olivier's interviews, he has this reptilian tongue; it seems too big for his mouth. My pursuit of that became distracting, so I let it go. The thrill was finding the right pair of glasses.
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.
I was always drawing eyes, even as a child. Eyes fascinated me.
Your eyes should never be lent to the devil; they belong to God. Be careful how you use your eyes!
One eye filled with blueprints
one eye filled with night
The one pair of eyes into which you can never gaze is your own.
For once, mam, my bladder isn't near my eye and why isn't it?
I was appraising . . . not eye fooking.
Those innocent eyes slit my soul up like a razor
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 eye the point where a person's identity is concentrated.
Goodness gracious me,' exclaimed Alexia, 'what are you wearing? It looks like the unfortunate progeny of an illicit union between a pair of binoculars and some opera glasses. What on earth are they called, binocticals, spectoculars?
Your eyes are an Ocean!
Eyes, black and glistening like deep wells, narrow to two happy crescents
The eye is the window of the soul, the mouth the door. The intellect, the will, are seen in the eye; the emotions, sensibilities, and affections, in the mouth. The animals look for man's intentions right into his eyes. Even a rat, when you hunt him and bring him to bay, looks you in the eye.
To whirle the eyes too much shewes a Kites braine.
the sight of me is good for sore eyes
This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.
Lord, stamp eternity on my eyeballs.
your eyes are like a star diamond,
and shine and shine and shine
wave a magic wand,
and disappear
You don't need eyes to see, you need vision.
SHIT, WAS THAT A BIT OF EYEBALL STUCK IN MY CLEAVAGE?
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.
She has an eye like a man-eating fish
I don't like your eyes. They belong on a dead fish.
eyes, the color of a forest blanketed in the shadow of a violent storm. They
There is nothing more painful in the world than Aly when she makes her big eyes. She makes her big hurt eyes, there's nothing you can do. She just kills you.
Why would an eye want to form?
The hearts letter is read in the eyes.
So did The Eye come here looking for me?"
"Actually, we came because we heard it was free corn dog night. Imagine our disappointment.
I often shoot with scissors in my eyes.
My eyes are my greatest sin.
If I ever see you again, you traitorous bastard, I'll take out the other fucking eye!
Your eyes,' Asha grunted as he looked at him briefly. 'Turn them off.' He clicked his fingers and Blitzen's eyes blinked and when they opened only the whites of his eyes were visible, all he could see was darkness.
The eye is always half-full.
If your eyes could speak, what would they say?.
Bring out the eyes.
My eye-balls are glass,
my limbs marble,
my face fixed
in its marble mask.
Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen.
I see the eyes but not the tears
This is my affliction.
Funny how people value eyes, when really, their colors are super limited. I doubt anyone would enjoy a new box of crayons if they came only in eye-color shades.
your eyes are doves.
An ugly man, with a face sharp like a weasel and a habit of running a flickering tongue over his lips before he speaks. But most ugly of all are his eyes: blue, bright blue. When people see them, they flinch. Such things are freakish. He is lucky he was not killed at birth.
My mother had me sort the eyes
Eyes were keep seeking for sleep whole night, but in seeking they skipped it near by Eyes lash!
They were eyes made for laughter, but not raucous yuks; rather, for the laughter of wit, of erudition, of the bon mot.
That's not precisely what I had in mind.
Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl.
When problems beat upon you like a raging storm, search for the eye. You might not be able to avoid misfortunes, but you can find the calmest spot within them.
Myspace hurts my eyes.
Just delighted to make your acquaintance." Mom was batting her lashes, but it looked like she had something in her eye. Confirmed when Razor asked, "What's wrong with your eye?" Mom
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Would You Wear My Eyes?
There are two ways to go about it. You can take a compass and draw a perfect circle and make two perfect eyes as neat as can be. Or you can do it freehand and have some fun with it. Like I did. Give it character.
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.
The eyes-the thousands of wandering, questioning, reproving eyes-they are all around us. They penetrate my clothes. They rip at my skin. They dour me.
Am I missing an eyebrow?
I ne'er could any luster seeIn eyes that would not look on me.
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.
I have a professional acquaintance whose recent eyelid job has left her with a permanent expression of such poleaxed astonishment that she looks at all times as if she had just read one of my books.
Watching. Watching with those piercing, clit licking blue eyes.
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!
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.
Contact lenses are for vain, weak-willed piglets who swan around showing off: 'Look everybody, I can see without spectacles. No one at first glance will ever assume I know how to surf the net.'
One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture; A pale blue eye with a film over it.
I squeegeed my third eye and could see only you.
I feel like my eyes have gonorrhea.
We are the eyes of the world - I knock on your heart, We do not need a key. Our lips, they flow like an endless river; And wake up and dream on the edge of the era.
Some eyes threaten like a loaded and levelled pistol, and others are as insulting as hissing or kicking; some have no more expression than blueberries, while others are as deep as a well which you can fall into.
A tear-drop of green.
What's missing is the eyeballs
in each of us, but it doesn't matter
because you've got the bucks, the bucks, the bucks.
Eyes that, like those of children, look at an eternal present without forgiveness.
Try to remember the color of her eyes, and the only thing I can come up with is sad. Her eyes are the color of sadness.
But the eyes that he liked the least were horrible pale bulbous sort of eyes. "Insect eyes," he thought, "not animal eyes, only they are much too big.
I don't have to look at your eyes to listen that's what
my ears are for.
The eyes of men converse as much as their tongues, with the advantage that the ocular dialect needs no dictionary, but is understood all the world over.
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 windows to the soul
There are sights too beautiful to swallow. They stay on the rim of the eye; it cannot contain them.