Eyes Quotes

Everyone has beautiful eyes but they often see ugliness not the beauty of life.

What you see with your eyes are transient and ephemeral, What you see through your heart is everlasting and eternal.

Don’t wander around with your eyes closed, know your path clearly

He didn’t like to see animals in captivity. When he looked into their eyes, something in their eyes looked back at him.

If someone looks into your eyes, I read in a book one time, he'll see right into your soul. I didn't want anyone to see into my soul.

The signature of our eyes, in other words, the way we look never changes even at the age of hundred!

its in her eyes

Anywhere there is life, there are eyes. And things, too, speak to those who have ears to hear.

He stops rocking and looks into my eyes. We’re inches apart and I’m mesmerized by the tiny flecks of indigo in his blue eyes. A girl could drown in those eyes. And it wouldn’t be the worst way to go.

Don’t you worry, darlin’, ” he says, his intensely blue eyes full of mischief. “I like surprises

The holy eye is the one who is able to see the extraordinary beauties of the ordinary days!

Even when they did not look at each other or speak to each other, he could feel a powerful current between them.

I Prefer Reading Eyes As Eyes Are Very Powerful. It Can Reveal The Ins And Outs of A Man....

I AM A BIG STUPID, SO NEAR ME WANDER CUPID, BUT I KNOW TO BE LUCID, I NEVER WASTE MY EYES FLUID.

. . . there was a softness to Cash’s gaze that made her want to lean into it. It felt like being stroked with a paintbrush, all the way down her body, leaving everything tingling in its wake.

Feel it, deal with it, then throw it away

With fireflies in her eyesShe blew all her words into his mouth with a stroke of a poignant Kiss!!

As the High Priestess looked down upon the child, she was struck by her holy perfection. She was a tiny person in miniature, and her beautiful eyes, little hands, and long eyelashes were sublime.

The true forgiver will always look into your eyes.

When I first saw you, you were like . . . ' He shakes his head, tugs gently on my hair. 'A rainbow. I always knew you came with a storm.

His eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay.

His eyes are so intense I want to look away . . . or never look away, I can’t decide.

Only in the eyes of love you can find infinity.

I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin i want to savor, at the color in his eyes i'd use to paint a million pictures.

The sharpest minds often ruin their lives by overthinking the next step, while the dull win the race with eyes closed.

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.

His eyes missed her as much as the rest of him.

I watch what I eat every day. I mean, who actually eats with their eyes closed?

Your eyes will always be closer to your soul than to any other part of your body except the heart.

See not the face..but only the eyes, of the poker face.

You would say you don't see it: at least I flatter myself I read as much in your eye (beware, by-the-by, what you express with that organ, I am quick at interpreting its language).

I’ve learnt that eyes don't change. No matter how old or beat up you get, your eyes stay the same.

The little man gave the big one a look. One of his eyes was green, one was black, and both were cool.

Eyes skip a low-key profile.

I hold my plush monkey over the bannister and let it drop. Its eyes light up when you squeeze its kidneys as whose eyes, I suppose, would not.

If you see it's impossible, you may use others' eyes.

She looked at him, his black, depthless eyes like boiling wells of oil.

If only our eyes were silver feathered wings, undoubtedly, we would lash-lift our shimmered lids to the highest of life's limitless heights...then innately, instinctively, intentionally we would fly.

All this seeing.All this relentless taking in.

For a nanosecond, I meet her gaze.Despite the dark, I can see her eye color—it’s the prettiest, strangest shade of blue I’ve ever seen in my life—piercing, dark, and shiny. And then she is gone.

Only his eyes remain the same. Bronze, red-gold, like iron brought to blazing heat.

You cannot find comfort in ducks.Stoop to look into those beady brown eyes, and they will tell you no

Your eyes hide a tenderness that is more sensitive than all the red roses of the world.

Across the seat our eyes are holding hands.

In my days and in my nights, they talk to me, your eyes!

He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him.

Or maybe they just accept that it's wrong in God's eyes, although not in their own, and they'll worry about sorting it out later.

Full of questions and pleas, her eyes seemed to be asking for rescue.

Eyes are brave. They speak the truth when the lips lie.

If the seed doesn't get planted, it can't become a toxic thornbush. We must guard our minds and our hearts, starting with our eyes.