Eyes
Quotes - The things that were once sweet to me are now bitter
“You
shine like the sun and you move like water. Your eyes are the perfect mix of
gray and brown, like fog in the woods, and you smell like lilacs in the summer.
I think if you laughed, it would sound like music.”
― M.
Leighton, For the Love of a Vampire
“I
see... the way you're always searching. How much you hate anything fake or
phony. How you're older than your years, but still... playful, like a little
girl. How you're always looking into people, or wondering what they see when
they look back at you. Your eyes. It's all in the eyes.”
―
Claudia Gray, A Thousand Pieces of You
“When
we take the trouble to look at what is unfolding in front of our eyes, we may
recognize instances awakening the wisdom slumbering on the fringes of our inner
world. If we fuel our imagination, new and old essentials can converge to a
dawning awareness. (“I seek you”)”
―
Erik Pevernagie
“Even
when we feel the sun in our soul has died, and the autumn storms of our life
have broken the glow in our eyes, nothing must keep us from swelling the river
of our inner longing. We can create a new scenario and colorize the chapters of
the story we want to embed and liven up the thinking pattern of the personae we
would like to cast a role.( "Into a new life")”
―
Erik Pevernagie
“Any
other questions?"
"Just
one," I say. "What color are your eyes?" I want to know what he
thinks, how he sees himself - the real Ky - when he dares to look.
"Blue,"
he says sounding surprised, "they've always been blue."
"Not
to me."
"What
do they look like to you?" he says puzzled, amused. Not looking at my
mouth anymore, looking into my eyes.
"Lots
of colors," I say. "At first I thought they were brown. Once I
thought they were green..."
"What
are they now?" he asks. He widens his eyes a little, leans closer, lets me
look as long and deep as I want.
"Well?"
"Everything,"
I tell him, "They're everything.”
―
Ally Condie, Matched
“The
world is a wide place where we stumble like children learning to walk. The
world is a bright mosaic where we learn like children to see, where our little
blurry eyes strive greedily to take in as much light and love and colour and
detail as they can.
The
world is a coaxing whisper when the wind lips the trees, when the sea licks the
shore, when animals burrow into earth and people look up at the sympathetic
stars. The world is an admonishing roar when gales chase rainclouds over the
plains and whip up ocean waves, when people crowd into cities or intrude into
dazzling jungles.
What
right have we to carry our desperate mouths up mountains or into deserts? Do we
want to taste rock and sand or do we expect to make impossible poems from space
and silence? The vastness at least reminds us how tiny we are, and how much we
don't yet understand. We are mere babes in the universe, all brothers and
sisters in the nursery together. We had better learn to play nicely before
we're allowed out..... And we want to go out, don't we? ..... Into the distant
humming welcoming darkness.”
―
Jay Woodman, SPAN
“The
things that were once sweet to me are now bitter. The sun is not half so
bright. The stars seem dimmer. All this wealth and luxury feels meaningless.
All the world is in your shadow, Zahra. I cannot help but see you when I close
my eyes.”
―
Jessica Khoury, The Forbidden Wish
“No
- the light in Tamani's eyes was much more than a reflection. It was the fire
that melted her anger and devestated her resolve, every single time she saw
it.”
―
Aprilynne Pike, Illusions
“You
have two eyes, and two ears, but only one mouth. This is so because you are
supposed to look and listen more than you talk.”
―
Lucca Kaldahl
“We
don't take orders from you, Sergeant." Quain said. "Your man tried to
assassinate-"
"He
isn't mine. My man has eyes that change color with the seasons.”
―
Maria V. Snyder, Scent of Magic
“The
madness of the eyes is the lure of the abyss. Sirens lurk in the dark depths of
the pupils as they lurk at the bottom of the sea, that I know for sure - but I
have never encountered them, and I am searching still for the profound and
plaintive gazes in whose depths I might be able, like Hamlet redeemed, to drown
the Ophelia of my desire.”
―
Jean Lorrain, Monsieur de Phocas
“His
eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by
night.”
―
George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings
“Lovers'
language, give me an exact and poetic comparison to say what those eyes of
Capitu were like. No image comes to mind that doesn't offend against the rules
of good style, to say what they were and what they did to me. Undertow eyes?
Why not? Undertow. That's the notion that the new expression put in my head.
They held some kind of mysterious, active fluid, a force that dragged one in,
like the undertow of a wave retreating from the shore on stormy days. So as not
to be dragged in, I held onto anything around them, her ears, her arms, her
hair spread about her shoulders; but as soon as I returned to the pupils of her
eyes again, the wave emerging from them grew towards me, deep and dark,
threatening to envelop me, draw me in and swallow me up.”
―
Machado de Assis, Dom Casmurro
