Eyes
Quotes - True love doesn't need proof
“When
life gives you lemons, squirt someone in the eye.”
―
Cathy Guiswite
“The
soul, fortunately, has an interpreter - often an unconscious but still a
faithful interpreter - in the eye.”
―
Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
“My
God, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them?"
That
uncomfortable feeling was spreading over me again. "What about them?"
"The
color," he breathed. "When you stand in the light. They're amazing...
like molten gold. I could paint those..." He reached toward me but then
pulled back. "They're beautiful. You're beautiful.”
―
Richelle Mead, Bloodlines
“i
am a museum full of art
but
you had your eyes shut”
―
Rupi Kaur, Milk and honey
“Then
love knew it was called love.
And
when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly
your heart showed me my way”
―
Pablo Neruda, Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada. Cien sonetos de
amor
“Ah,
what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press
cheeks, smile into eyes.”
―
Katherine Mansfield
“If
I can see pain in your eyes then share with me your tears. If I can see joy in
your eyes then share with me your smile.”
―
Santosh Kalwar
“Well,
good-bye for now," he said, rolling his neck as if we hadn't been talking
about anything important at all. He bowed at the waist, those wings vanishing
entirely, and had begun to fade into the nearest shadow when he went rigid.
His
eyes locked on mine wide and wild, and his nostrils flared. Shock—pure shock
flashed across his features at whatever he saw on my face, and he stumbled back
a step. Actually stumbled.
"What
is—" I began.
He
disappeared—simply disappeared, not a shadow in sight—into the crisp air.”
―
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses
“The
most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of
all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no
longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are
closed.”
―
Albert Einstein
“I
like you; your eyes are full of language."
[Letter
to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]”
―
Anne Sexton
“When
pain brings you down, don't be silly, don't close your eyes and cry, you just
might be in the best position to see the sun shine.”
―
Alanis Morissette
“For
she had eyes and chose me.”
―
William Shakespeare, Othello
“To
hear never-heard sounds,
To
see never-seen colors and shapes,
To
try to understand the imperceptible
Power
pervading the world;
To
fly and find pure ethereal substances
That
are not of matter
But
of that invisible soul pervading reality.
To
hear another soul and to whisper to another soul;
To
be a lantern in the darkness
Or
an umbrella in a stormy day;
To
feel much more than know.
To
be the eyes of an eagle, slope of a mountain;
To
be a wave understanding the influence of the moon;
To
be a tree and read the memory of the leaves;
To
be an insignificant pedestrian on the streets
Of
crazy cities watching, watching, and watching.
To
be a smile on the face of a woman
And
shine in her memory
As a
moment saved without planning.”
―
Dejan Stojanovic
“His
eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they
love you, but not enough to stay.”
―
Warsan Shire
“True
love doesn't need proof.
The
eyes told what heart felt.”
―
Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut
“An
animal's eyes have the power to speak a great language.”
―
Martin Buber
“The
face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.”
―
Marcus Tullius Cicero
“Poets
are damned… but see with the eyes of angels.”
―
Allen Ginsberg
“I
met a boy whose eyes showed me that the past, present and future were all the
same thing.”
―
Jennifer Elisabeth
“The
tongue may hide the truth but the eyes—never!”
―
Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita
“The
Girl With Many Eyes
One
day in the park
I
had quite a surprise.
I
met a girl
who
had many eyes.
She
was really quite pretty
(and
also quite shocking!)
and
I noticed she had a mouth,
so
we ended up talking.
We
talked about flowers,
and
her poetry classes,
and
the problems she'd have
if
she ever wore glasses.
It's
great to know a girl
who
has so many eyes,
but
you really get wet
when
she breaks down and cries.”
―
Tim Burton
“I
have been finding treasures in places I did not want to search. I have been
hearing wisdom from tongues I did not want to listen. I have been finding
beauty where I did not want to look. And I have learned so much from journeys I
did not want to take. Forgive me, O Gracious One; for I have been closing my
ears and eyes for too long. I have learned that miracles are only called
miracles because they are often witnessed by only those who can can see through
all of life's illusions. I am ready to see what really exists on other side,
what exists behind the blinds, and taste all the ugly fruit instead of all that
looks right, plump and ripe.”
―
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
“Only
in the eyes of love you can find infinity.”
―
Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
“But
when they made love he was offended by her eyes. They behaved as though they
belonged to someone else. Someone watching. Looking out of the window at the
sea. At a boat in the river. Or a passerby in the mist in a hat.
He
was exasperated because he didn't know what that look meant. He put it
somewhere between indifference and despair. He didn’t know that in some places,
like the country that Rahel came from, various kinds of despair competed for
primacy. And that personal despair could never be desperate enough. That
something happened when personal turmoil dropped by at the wayside shrine of
the vast, violent, circling, driving, ridiculous, insane, unfeasible, public
turmoil of a nation. That Big God howled like a hot wind, and demanded
obeisance. Then Small God (cozy and contained, private and limited) came away
cauterized, laughing numbly at his own temerity. Inured by the confirmation of
his own inconsequence, he became resilient and truly indifferent. Nothing
mattered much. Nothing much mattered. And the less it mattered, the less it
mattered. It was never important enough. Because Worse Things had happened. In
the country that she came from, poised forever between the terror of war and
the horror of peace, Worse Things kept happening.
So
Small God laughed a hollow laugh, and skipped away cheerfully. Like a rich boy
in shorts. He whistled, kicked stones. The source of his brittle elation was
the relative smallness of his misfortune. He climbed into people’s eyes and
became an exasperating expression.”
―
Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things
