Eye Quotes

I like you; your eyes are full of language." [Letter to Anne Clarke, July 3, 1964.]

There comes a time when you have to trust your own judgment, when you must close your eyes and let your instinct rule you.

I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn't flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.

Admire the world for never ending on you -- as you would an opponent, without taking your eyes away from him, or walking away.

It is the same with understanding as with eyes; to a certain size and make, just so much light is necessary, and no more. Whatever is beyond brings darkness and confusion.

I'm filled with admiration, delight, and gratitude at discovering James Lasdun's poems in A Jump Start. He has wit, speed, intelligence, a keen eye, precision, and imagination of a high order.

But as we do not light up our houses with our brightest lamps for all comers, so neither did she emit from her eyes their brightest sparks till special occasions for such shining had arisen.

I think that before you take on nation building in your mind's eye as to how it should be, you'd better have a clear understanding if this is doable and will work.

I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings." -from the Fox-

How desperately difficult it is to be honest with oneself. It is much easier to be honest with other people.What is true is invisible to the eye. It is only with the heart that one can see clearly.

Look, whispered Chuck, and George lifted his eyes to heaven. (There is always a last time for everything.) Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.

Your ears are yours alone. Tell others what you alone can hear. Your voice is yours alone. Tell others what only you can say. Your eyes are yours alone. Show others what only you can see.

What we makes of the world must be largely dependent on the sense-organs that we happen to possess. How the world must have changed since the man came to rely on his eyes rather than his nose.

Love, indeed, lends a precious seeing to the eye, and hearing to the ear: all sights and sounds are glorified by the light of its presence.

I regard Paris as a feast for the eyes, the senses and brain. It is a phenomenal city.

If those sorts of moments would be the only pleasure life offered me, I'd be better off shutting out that one brilliant source of light to let my eyes begin to adjust to the darkness.

There is far less to the Presidency, in terms of essential activity, than meets the eye.

Empirical sciences prosecuted purely for their own sake, and without philosophic tendency are like a face without eyes.

But we have been taught to see before our eyes have found out a way of seeing for themselves.

I think my eyes were knocked open and they don't close. I sometimes wish I could close them and look away.

Life is only worth-while through the eyes of a believer.

I'm trying to see my own country with fresh eyes.

In the eye, there is a type of junk that accumulates in the back of the retina that eventually causes us to go blind. It's called age-related macular degeneration.

The artist has only to trust his eyes.

I loved most when his eyelashes twitched and he blinked, and suddenly happiness was there inside his eyes. Unmistakable. Like a single word printed on a clean white page.

Friendship closes its eye rather than see the moon eclipsed; while malice denies that it is ever at the full.

What do our clergy lose by reading their sermons? They lose preaching, the preaching of the voice in many cases, the preaching of the eye almost always.

The living have their eyes opened by closing the eyes of the dead.

The perfect critic is one ... that sees with the eyes of posterity.

There is more that meets the eye, I see the soul that is inside.

Nothing makes me roll my eyes faster than a "Coexist" bumper sticker.

Do not set out to write with your eyes on the box office. It can't be done.

but their eyes were as cold blue glass buttons.

It is my eyes which see, and the sight of my eyes grants beauty to the earth.

Deceit comes in through the ears, but usually leaves through the eyes.

My job is to keep my eye on the ball and to stay focused on what can we get done every single day to advance the vision and values that brought me here.

I've always seen the world through the eyes of a scientist. I love the predictable outcomes that science gives us, the control over the world that that can render.

I lost a child," she said, meeting Lusa's eyes directly. "I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.

Patch’s eyes were black orbs. Taking in everything and giving away nothing.

I got a new job.” Patch locked eyes with me, and I warmed in a lot of places. In fact, I was dangerously close to feverish.

Inwardly, I gouged my eyes out.

As in, I wouldn't know normal if it marched up and poked me in the eye.

Everything had come into sharp focus : his smooth words, his black, glinting eyes, his broad experience with lies, seduction, women. I'd fallen in love with the devil.

I don't have the body for this," I quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. "No curves." Jev's eyes held mine. "Are you asking my opinion?

I don't have a car." His eyes sliced into mine. "I walked here," I explained. "I'm on foot." "Angel," he said in a way that sounded like he sincerely hoped I was joking.

I felt his eyes devour me as I moved around the room. He assessed me head to toe without blinking, and a hot ache shivered through me. A kiss would've been less intimate.

I'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.

His eyes made a slow scan of my closet doors, which were cracked. “I thought I heard something.” “Yeah, well, guess what? I’m a living, breathing person, and every now and then I make noise!

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.

You killed my Dad." Any trace of kindness or sympathy vanished from Rixon's eyes. "Well this is awkward.