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I had to stop linking every single thing that happened to me with Kennedy. Realization dawned then, that he was still my default. Over the past three years, we’d become each other’s habit. And though he’d broken his habit of me when he walked away, I’d not broken my habit of him. I was still tethering him to my present, to my future. The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I began to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.
— Tammara Webber, Easy
Someday you'll find the placeIt's the place where love takes over hateThen you'll see all the things you doAffect everyone around youThen you'll see there's no fear at allYou held my hand, we took down that wallAs I looked at you with nothing to sayNow I understand why you pushed me awayI looked far and now I seeThat the only one I needed was me
— Hilary Duff
i said i hate to see u..and i turned back...to hide my tears
— Surya Parthi
All she knew was that she must be in love with someone, or she wouldn't feel so miserable.
— Philip Pullman, Two Crafty Criminals!: and how they were Captured by the Daring Detectives of the New Cut Gang
A new beginning is better than an old ending
— Bathsheba Dailey, Hearts & Souls Poetry Book
The more I love the person, the more rejection I recieved.
— OhMJ
Of all the plagues a lover bears,Sure rivals are the worstI can endure my own despair, But not another’s hope.
— William Walsh
To sing is to express, to love is to hurt
— OhMJ
Besides, I'm looking for a man who doesn't have quite the mileage and the wear and tear on him as you do!
— L W Gouett
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
His eyes are so intense I want to look away . . . or never look away, I can’t decide.
— Kasie West, The Distance Between Us
Only in the eyes of love you can find infinity.
— Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
Almost nothing need be said when you have eyes.
— Tarjei Vesaas, The Boat in the Evening
Why does he have such an unnerving effect on me? His over-whelming good looks maybe? The way his eyes blaze at me? The way he strokes his index finger against his lower lip? I wish he'd stop doing that.
— E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey
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 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.
— Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me
The sharpest minds often ruin their lives by overthinking the next step, while the dull win the race with eyes closed.
— Bethany Brookbank, Write like no one is reading
We don't take orders from you, Sergeant." Quain said. "Your man tried to assassi
— Maria V. Snyder, Scent of Magic
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
His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.
— Gail Carriger, Blameless
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
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
His eyes missed her as much as the rest of him.
— Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
She was sitting up now. My arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. She was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. They would look on and on after every one else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. She looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things,
— Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises
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
Sevro." I lean forward. "Your eyes..."He leans in close. "Do you like 'em?""Bloodydamn. Did you get Carved?""By the best in the business. Do you like 'em?""They're bloodydamn marvelous. Fit you like a glove."He punches his hands together. "Glad you said that. Cuz they're yours."I blanch. "What?""They're yours.""My what?""Your eyes!""My eyes...""Do you want the eyes back?" Sevro asks, suddenly worried. "I can give them back.""No!" I say. "It's just I forgot how crazy you are.""Oh." He laughs and slaps my shoulder. "Good. I thought it might be something serious. So I'm prime keeping them?""Finders keepers," I say with a shrug.
— Pierce Brown, Morning Star
She had curiously thoughtful and attentive eyes
—  eyes that were very pretty and very good.
I watch what I eat every day. I mean, who actually eats with their eyes closed?
— Brian Celio
[S]he stood for some moments gazing at the sisters, with affection beaming in one eye, and calculation shining out of the other.
— Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit
Basically, I believe the world is a jungle, and if it's not a bit of a jungle in the home, a child cannot possibly be fit to enter the outside world.
— Bette Davis
Blue is the most common eye color in Oria Province, but there is something different about his eyes and I'm not sure what it is. More depth? I wonder what he sees when he looks at me. If he seems to have depth to me, do I seem shallow and transparent to him?
— Ally Condie, Matched
The horse respects and obeys man because its large eyes magnify everything, so man appears much larger than the horse itself.
— Stanisław Lem, Highcastle: A Remembrance
Calvin said, "Do you know that this is the first time I've seen you without your glasses?""I'm blind as a bat without them. I'm near-sighted, like father.""Well, you know what, you've got dream-boat eyes," Calvin said. "Listen, you go right on wearing your glasses. I don't think I want anybody else to see what gorgeous eyes you have.
— Madeleine L'Engle, A Wrinkle in Time
Your eyes will always be closer to your soul than to any other part of your body except the heart.
— Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
See not the face..but only the eyes, of the poker face.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
My eyes were closed, they're open now
— Damien Rice
The shadows of the room pool in the lines of our faces, draining our eyes of hue. "There's nothing left worth saying.
— Isaac Marion, Warm Bodies
If you had weak eyes, they needed exercise to get strong. Glasses were like crutches. They prevented people with feeble eyes from seeing the world on their own.
— Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle
They were a deep emerald green, the exact same color as mine, and they glowed with an intensity I had never witnessed before. A slash of silver crossed each one, the sun's reflection making them sparkle like dancing crystals. The emerald irises appeared to be swirling in circles, creating the illusion that his eyes were never-ending. Flecks of darker emerald clustered around each pupil made my breath catch in my throat. Suddenly, my disheartened mood vanished, almost as if I had never felt sadness before. Something about these eyes held me in place, as if I had found a balance, blanketing me in a cocoon of comfort, free of worries and concerns.
— Markelle Grabo, The Elf Girl
Quiet descended, a silence so consuming that even the drafty corridors ceased whistling. Bog wasn't certain where to look, so he solved the problem by plucking out his eyes and sticking them in a drawer.
— A. Lee Martinez, In the Company of Ogres
He stood there, his eyes like they had been before. Their beauty stabbed at her heart like a great knife; the hair looked so like she had just pressed the wet comb to it and perhaps put a little pomade on the sides; and the small face was clean and sad. Yet her arms somehow did not ache to hold him like her heart told her they should. Something too far away and too strong was between her and him; she only saw him as she had always seen resurrection pictures, hidden from us as in a wonderful mist that will not let us see our love complete.
— James Purdy, 63, Dream Palace: Selected Stories, 1956-1987
Have you ever put finger, algea-filled lake-water, or shampoo in there? Yeah, that gets your eyes screaming in pain pretty quick, doesn't it? Unless you're using baby No More Tears shampoo, of course, in which case feel free to lather your eyeballs right on up, no worries.
— Neil Pasricha, The Book of Awesome
Eyes as black and as shiny as chips of obsidian stared back into his. They were eyes like black holes, letting nothing out, not even information.
— Neil Gaiman, Anansi Boys
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).
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
St. John's eyes, though clear enough in a literal sense, in a figurative one were difficult to fathom. He seemed to use them rather as instruments to search other people's thoughts, than as agents to reveal his own: the which combination of keenness and reserve was considerably more calculated to embarrass than to encourage.
— Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
I’ve learnt that eyes don't change. No matter how old or beat up you get, your eyes stay the same.
— Eloise Dyson, Divided
She had eyes that bore deep into his heart, bringing a sweet warm wave of assurance within; eyes that cradled him in the crisp black-and-white world on the other side of the picture, where life was, at least, beautifully lit.
— Stephen Mosley
The little man gave the big one a look. One of his eyes was green, one was black, and both were cool.
— George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings
Eyes skip a low-key profile.
— Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
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.
— Frederick Buechner, The Alphabet of Grace
He'd never seen one so vibrant, though, or so vividly compelling... those glowing green eyes sparkling with sunlight and curiosity and silent laughter, and when she glanced in Henry's direction, she held his gaze, a look that was both challenging and enigmatic... He was utterly certain that this was Eleanor of Aquitaine, and no less sure that the French King must be one of God's greatest fools.
— Sharon Kay Penman, When Christ and His Saints Slept
If you see it's impossible, you may use others' eyes.
— Toba Beta, Betelgeuse Incident: Insiden Bait Al-Jauza
...his eyes lit up and glowed red against the dark bulk of it. A moment they remained so ... then they soared up, phosphorescently opalescent, with a predominance of red, like two sinful dead planets escaping from Hell.
— Jessie Douglas Kerruish, The Undying Monster: A Tale of the Fifth Dimension
She looked at him, his black, depthless eyes like boiling wells of oil.
— R.J.  Lawrence, The Xactilias Project
Small is the number of people who see with their eyes and think with their minds.
— Albert Einstein
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.
— Tracey Bond
Who you going to believeWho you going to callThose lying eyesMight just might just tell all
— Brent M. Jones
All this seeing.All this relentless taking in.
— Lance Olsen, Theories of Forgetting
And his eyes. Don't get me started on his eyes. Just . . . don't. I can't even with this guy. So. Gorgeous. They held an invitation as well, a twinkly, heated, mesmerizing invitation. And I wanted to RSVP so hard.
— Penny Reid, Grin and Beard It
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.
— Anna B. Doe, Lost & Found
Only his eyes remain the same. Bronze, red-gold, like iron brought to blazing heat.
— Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage
Your eyes make me pick up my pen and write.
— Avijeet Das
You cannot find comfort in ducks.Stoop to look into those beady brown eyes, and they will tell you no
— Virginia Graham, Consider the Years
Your eyes hide a tenderness that is more sensitive than all the red roses of the world.
— Avijeet Das
Across the seat our eyes are holding hands.
— Jennifer Niven, Holding Up the Universe
The pupils were black as like every other human being's. But at the fringe of the pupils were thin heliotrope rings. Radiating from the rings were mauve and lilac swirls that swam in a plum hue. The cilia of the irises were amet
— Deepika Kumaaraguru, Ethereal: The Dawn of the Blue
These friendly eyes, these lustful eyes, these hopeless, sad, dispirited eyes, these energetic amber eyes needing no escape, these serpent's eyes, cat's eyes, sorcerer's eyes, the eyes of future family men, funeral directors, and unsuspecting officers of the law, the mischievous eyes of plotters and planners, soon-to-be soldiers, or underworld attorneys on retainer, the eyes of maniacs and fanatics, hipsters and wallflowers, dreamers and the object of dreams, I gazed into them all and knew that they were human eyes, each pair offering insight toward a new tomorrow.
— Ace Boggess, A Song Without a Melody
Lily’s smile was widest of all. She pushed her long hair back as she drew close to him, and her green eyes, so like his, searched his face hungrily, as though she would never be able to look at him enough.“You’ve been so brave.”He could not speak. His eyes feasted on her, and he thought that he would like to stand and look at her forever, and that would be enough.
— J.K. Rowling
In my days and in my nights, they talk to me, your eyes!
— Avijeet Das
He lifted his eyes. They were the color of the deepest heart of hurricane clouds, deeper blue than the sky behind him.
— Laura Kinsale, Flowers from the Storm
Where you are coming from doesn't matter but where you are going does. Hence look forward and not backwards. Your eyes are placed in front of you for a reason. Your eyes only look backwards for special references. Keep your eyes on the road.
— Oscar Bimpong
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.
— Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
Understanding the language of eyes now came as naturally to him as swimming in the ocean came to a fish and flying in the sky to a bird!
— Avijeet Das
Full of questions and pleas, her eyes seemed to be asking for rescue.
— Kyung-Sook Shin, I'll Be Right There
...we take care not to touch each other in public, nor do we look into each other's eyes except furtively, because Ivan must first wash my eyes with his own, removing the images which landed on my retina before his arrival.
— Ingeborg Bachmann, Malina
For some reason Canon Fenneau made me feel a little uneasy. His voice might be soft, it was also coercive. He had small eyes, a large loose mouth, the lips thick, a somewhat receding chin. The eyes were the main feature. They were unusual eyes, not only almost unnaturally small, but vague, moist, dreamy, the eyes of a medium. His cherubic side, increased by a long slightly uptilted nose, was a little too good to be true, with eyes like that. In the manner in which he gave you all his attention there was a taste for mastery.
— Anthony Powell, A Dance to the Music of Time: 4th Movement
Eyes are brave. They speak the truth when the lips lie.
— Sabine Shah
Leslie-Ann set down her own bucket and watched, marveling, as a quarter of an inch of water covered the bottom.When she looked away, she saw an older kid. She’d seen him around. But usually he was with Orc and she was too scared of Orc ever to get near him.She tugged on Howard’s wet sleeve. He seemed not to be sharing in the general glee. His face was severe and sad.“What?” he asked wearily.“I know something.”“Well, goody for you.”“It’s about Albert.”Howard sighed. “I heard. He’s dead. Orc’s gone and Albert’s dead and these idiots are partying like it’s Mardi Gras or something.”“I think he might not be dead,” Leslie-Ann said.Howard shook his head, angry at being distracted. He walked away. But then he stopped, turned, and walked back to her. “I know you,” he said. “You clean Albert’s house.”“Yes. I’m Leslie-Ann.”“What are you telling me about Albert?”“I saw his eyes open. And he looked at me.
— Michael  Grant, Plague
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.
— Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
Jonn Deire picked up eight yellowed and dog-eared cards from the pile, grumbling ‘garrn’ under his breath, while chewing on a frazzled looking toothpick. Skooch threw down a five of reds and said nothing. There was an impatient pause as the players waited for Beck to remember he had to play for Peeping William, who was still grumbling softly and rolling his eyes at intervals.
— Christina Engela, Loderunner
Who needs eyes when you can hallucinate?
— Raymond Pettibon, Raymond Pettibon: Homo Americanus: Collected Works
I should've known the eyes. Wide, bright blue, and something about the delicate arc of the lids: a cat's slant, a pale jeweled girl in an old painting, a secret.
— Tana French, The Secret Place
Perhaps it was the approach of death that had opened his eyes wide and made him see so clearly.
— Francine Rivers, A Voice in the Wind
His eyes, if anything, gleamed even more bright, having found the treasure he sought.
— Jazz Feylynn
..a disability is something within you. A prejudice is something within theemployer...don’t look at yourself through their eyes. Look at yourself through your own eyes.
— Richard N. Bolles, What Color Is Your Parachute? 2012: A Practical Manual for Job-Hunters and Career-Changers
I meet his eyes. They are deep and almost mesmerizing. Did I say deep before? Yeah, right. That’s not it. They have a pull to them, like currents, like Velcro or something, totally captivating, like when you see a convertible flipped over on the highway and there are body bags and you don’t want to look but you look because you can’t look, because you can’t not look, because you are just riveted and . . .Stop. Just stop.
— Carrie Jones, Captivate
You haven't seen for yourself, what I saw in your eyes.
— Srividya Srinivasan
The girl stopped and looked as if she might pull back in surprise, but instead stood regarding Montag with eyes so dark and shining and alive, that he felt he had said something quite wonderful. But he knew his his mouth had only moved to say hello,
— Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
St. Triduana devoted herself to God in a solitary life at Rescobie in Angus (now Forfarshire). While dwelling there, a prince of the country having conceived an unlawful passion for her is said to have pursued her with his unwelcome attentions. To rid herself of his importunities, as a legend relates, Triduana bravely plucked out her beautiful eyes, her chief attraction, and sent them to her admirer. Her heroism, it is said, procured for her the power of curing diseases of the eyes.
— Michael Barrett, A Calendar of Scottish Saints
Yes, still I remember that you always wait for me with love in eyes but when I arrive you got angry on me and I know that was totally a drama.
— kurbhatt
That's right," said Door. Her cheek lightly grazed and her dirty reddish hair was tangled; tangled but not matted. And her eyes...Richard realized that he could not tell what color her eyes were. They were not blue, or green, or brown, or gray; they reminded him of fire opals: there were burning greens and blues, and even reds and yellows that vanished and glinted as she moved.
— Neil Gaiman, Neverwhere
There was a shepherd the other day up at Findon Fair who had come from the east by Lewes with sheep, and who had in his eyes that reminiscence of horizons which makes the eyes of shepherds and of mountaineers different from the eyes of other men.
— Hilaire Belloc
Lower those sable eyes regarding me,Lower them, my jewel; they are flogging me. (Report to Greco)
— N. Kazantzakis
I closed my eyes then but it was too dark to clearly see that vision that my body would conjure out of blood and the inside of skin when light hit it, but I'd seen it so often, examined it so carefully, that it wasn't hard for me to call to mind.
— China Miéville, This Census-Taker
I do not think I have ever seen a nastier-looking man... Under the black hat, when I had first seen them, the eyes had been those of an unsuccessful rapist. [on Brit poet Percy Wyndham Lewis]
— Ernest Hemingway
Tears welled in his eyes. It was like watching chocolate melt.
— Rick Yancey
On her one glance upwards, enough paintings are created by heavenly maidens on the magical canvas of god.
— Manan Sheel
I have two eyes, and I go to see the ice.
— Deyth Banger
don't look in my eyes you will fall into a deep well and drown
— d nasty
blue eyes so light that it looked like she sent them out to be bleached
— James Ellroy
To see yourself do not look in the mirror,but look to the eyes of the people
— Mohammed Sekouty
I saw with my eyes people with and without purpose, people with the purpose know where they are going and the others follow the flow!?
— Deyth Banger
What the eyes had seen could not be erased.
— Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah
The feature that makes people look at her twice, sometimes with suspicious glances, is her eyes. They are too large, wide-set, slanted a bit. And they judge, those eyes do, they watch and they take note and they judge all that they see, and lots of folks do not like that much.To the innocent, her eyes are arresting. To a person with something on his conscience, they seem too knowing.
— Michael  Grant, Front Lines
On the rocks of a bay so blue, it made her gray eyes glow.
— A. LaFaye, Water Steps
I think the eyes flirt most. There are so many ways to use them.
— Anna Held
Forget-me-nots... She loved those flowers more than any other in their big beautiful garden or in the whole wide world for that matter. They were sky blue, just like his eyes, they held a promise... Forget me not.
— Melanie Sargsian, Lovember: A Collection of Short Love Stories
For a moment, his pupils flickered blue, like there were tiny bathypelagic fish swimming in the deep trenches of his eyeballs.
— James S.A. Corey, Abaddon's Gate
Your eyes have the colour of the moon,
— Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets
If you close your eyes, no lighthouse can help you!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
[His eyes are] Atlantic Ocean blue, just like he'd said. It's strange because of course I'd known that. But the difference between knowing it and seeing them in person is the difference between dreaming of flying and flight.
— Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything
He was naked as a jaybird and covered in filth. He moved towards her with the same eerie grace that he had scaled the side of the barn, stopping to sniff the wind and look suspiciously around...His eyes were not yellow now; they were as black as his hair.
— Shirley A. Martin, Bengalo Moon: Jook and Gypsies Vol. 2
She didn't pick her way over the terrain like she was afraid of slipping on the ice...She glided over it with long confident strides. Her hands were in her vest pockets. Her eyes were Susannah.
— Shirley A. Martin, Bloodline Gypsy: Jook and Gypsies Vol. 1
Seeing everything through different eyes, as I look to the sky with love in my sight,realizing what this ride does to me inside.
— Jess "Chief" Brynjulson, Highway Writings
At the blind date,deafen your earsto hear the wordsspoken with her eyes.
— Khang Kijarro Nguyen
Sally's head plopped into the shallow water and rolled face up. For a while, the changing shades of pinks and oranges reflected across the surface of her dead eyes.
— Shirley A. Martin, Bloodline Gypsy: Jook and Gypsies Vol. 1
Among the fluctuation of the river currents, an abyss as green as the sea, its extension and profundity as immense as the ocean opened before me: the eyes of a beautiful girl. I succumbed into that abyss instantly, like a man who falls from the highest cliff into the ocean …… and I drowned.
— Mya Robarts, The V Girl
Women: One of the most mysterious forces on the planet have had a very profound impact on men since millennia, for they are gifted with an alchemical agent - Discontinuity ~ Any one who encounters their presence gets disconnected with their past, a very life changing experience.
— Ramana Pemmaraju
I've traveled. All over. I've never seen anything like you. How could anything be put together like you? Do you know how beautiful you are? Have you looked at yourself?''I'm looking now.
— Toni Morrison, Paradise
Open your eyes and breathe deeply. Wisdom is in the air.
— Marty Rubin
She flew across the turbulent gust.Her eyes fixed, her wings strongShe flies and flies and flies along.To reach high, to open her wings to the breathing sun rise.
— Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .
You're going to have to open your eyes.
— Josh Malerman
What truly captivated Rachael were her eyes—wide, deer-like, yet hauntingly sinister green with flecks of gold dancing in silent mirth.
— Deidre Huesmann, Howl of the Sequoia
Anders looked up and saw Rik’s chocolate eyes. Even though they were brown, a closer look revealed a blue corona around the dark, almost mahogany brown irises. He’d seen a piece of agate like that once on a dig; a perfect marriage of brown and blue in the depths of a broken stone.
— Caraway Carter, Anders & Ujaruk
The eyes of a nation (living godly) like this shall see the King of kings and the Lord of lords in all his beauty. Meaning salvation and redemption shall be readily available in abundance for the people of that land.
— Sunday Adelaja
Scarlett activated the viola and it came down like short shimmering curtain that covered her eyes with a band of violet light. It dilated her eyes, increasing her binocular summation so that everything in her field of vision was magnified and clear. It also protected her retinas from any sort of laser fire or plasma flash.
— April Adams, Drawing the Dragon
His eyes reflected the open grey of the autumnal sky.
— Juliet Marillier, Daughter of the Forest
Her eyes were celadon saucers but bottomless, of such great depth that she could take in the knowledge of whole worlds and have room in that gaze for still more.
— Dean Koontz, Deeply Odd
The eyes speak that which cannot be voiced
— Evy Michaels
It is not what a poem says with its mouth, it’s what a poem does with its eyes.
— Mary Ruefle, Madness, Rack, and Honey: Collected Lectures
Women love with their ears, men with their eyes.
— Sunday Adelaja
And I figured that he can be my ears and I can be his eyes. A good trade-off, don't you think?
— Alison Jackson
Reflection is a good reminder of the truth! You may turn your eyes away from the truths, but the reflections will remind them to you! And anything which describes a truth well is a reflection of that truth! Turn your eyes away from the Moon, then the lake will remind the Moon to you, the shadows of the wolves howling against the Moon will remind the truth to you, even in the eyes of a frog, you shall see the Moon! Thus, if you turn your face away from the truth, it will never work! Because the reminders of truth are everywhere and they are as strong as the truth itself!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
As she looked at him, her dark gray eyes went slowly from astonishment to stillness, then to a strange expression that resembled a look of weariness, except that it seemed to reflect much more than the endurance of this one moment.
— Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
Her direct stare probed, as if the story of my life were written in my eyes in a few succinct lines that she could read.
— Dean Koontz, Saint Odd
In life moments arrive where the mouth becomes tongueless and the eyes become tongue!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Sunglasses are the best invention of world.Its hide the eyes which speak more then lips
— Mohammed Zaki Ansari
I am running and singing and when it’s raining I’m the only one left on the open street, smiling with my eyes fixed on the sky because it’s cleaning me. I’m the one on the other side of the party, hearing laughter and the emptying of bottles while I peacefully make my way to the river, a lonely road, following the smell of the ocean. I’m the one waking up at 4am to witness the sunrise, where the sky touches the sea, and I hold my elbows, grasping tight to whatever I’ve made of myself.
— Charlotte Eriksson, Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving
It’s the butterflies in our bellies, and the lightening in our eyes that tells me this all makes so much fucking sense.
— LeAnne Mechelle, Write like no one is reading 2
And we have the same colour eyes. When I look into his, I feel I'm looking into myself.
— Alan Cumming
What’s it like, for you to sense me?” she asked. Her eyes were wide now, emerald green in the lamplight and peering into Héyowan.He blushed, taken off guard. ‘Like I’m not alone,’ he almost said.
— B.T. Lowry, Fire from the Overworld
Our eyes are sentinels unto our judgements,And should give certain judgement what they see;But they are rash sometimes, and tell us wondersOf common things, which when our judgments find,They can then check the eyes, and call them blind.
— Thomas Middleton, The Changeling
God gives you two ears ; two eyes; two nostrils, but one Mouth, so you can speak less!
— Paul Gitwaza
He slid the photo out and raised it. The sun washed out any distinguishable characteristics. All except her eyes. He didn’t need a picture to remember those. As turquoise as the waters near Cozumel, and just as warm.
— Kelly Moran, Return to Me
The worst thing you can do to your loved ones is judging them through the eyes of others.
— Nitin Yadav
Wisdom opens the eyes of love.
— Marieta Maglas
Eye reads what is unwritten.
— Kishore Bansal
An eye for an eye makes you feel happy inside...- unless you're the second eye 
— P
It was his eyes, so challenging and with a piercing look about them. They were eyes that trusted in nothing and they made her uncomfortable around him, self-conscious.
— Gemma Malley, The Declaration
By the way, the other reason I agreed to help you is because I love your eyes. You have the most beautiful eyes. It's my weakness.
— Katie Kacvinsky, Still Point
Eternal snows are at the top. Eyes of beautiful are at the top. (Neiges éternelles sont au sommet. - Yeux de la belle sont au sommet.)
— Charles de Leusse
I’d have to say, you’ve got something behind those hazel eyes of yours that I haven’t seen in a long time
— Magan Vernon, The Only Way
There is so much to see and learn here that I often find I'm not blinking in case I miss anything. I have to use artificial tears to moisten my eyes.
— Jay Woodman
His eyes were that colour you can't see in the rainbow. Indigo.
— Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl
Eyes speak the best of the body language.
— Pushpa Rana, Just the Way I Feel
I see you, I see others and I want to see you more.
— Pushpa Rana, Just the Way I Feel
Though my eyes cannot see beyond what I can see, I can see beyond what I cannot see
— Ernest Agyemang Yeboah, Distinctive Footprints of Life: Where Are You Heading Towards?
With every morsel I ate, I looked into her eyes and apologised for not being able to feed her enough. Her eyes, in turn, apologised for not being able to help me in these tough times.
— Ashay Abbhi
The Lies, are so many,that eyes are getting blind.
— VicDo
There are some beloved women whose eyes, by a chance blend of brilliancy and shape, affect us not directly, not at the moment of shy perception, but in a delayed and cumulative burst of light when the heartless person is absent, and the magic agony abides, and its lenses and lamps are installed in the dark.
I met his eyes because I could not refuse them... they were the color of a storm clashing with a setting sun.
— Cherie Priest, Maplecroft
Why bother? Maybe the world’s not worth saving.” She knew he meant it, too. Those lifeless eyes spoke volumes.
— Sarah J. Maas, Heir of Fire
p.s.: I know you're rolling your eyes right now, but I don't care. Honestly, it's always kind of been a turn on.
— Kody Keplinger, The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend
He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him. Green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool. You could drown in those eyes, I said. The fact of his pulse, the way he pulled his body in, out of shyness or shame or a desire, not to disturb the air around him. Everyone could see the way his muscles worked, the way we look like animals, his skin barely keeping him inside. I wanted to take him home, and rough him up and get my hands inside him, drive my body into his like a crash test car. I wanted to be wanted, and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving. You could drown in those eyes, I said, so it's summer, so it's suicide, so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.
— Richard Siken
Who knows if all our brains are inventing the same thing? I mean, how do we know that the thing YOUR eyes see and call "red" is the same thing that I call "red"?
— Jaclyn Moriarty, A Corner of White
Eyes aren't good liars.
— Shannon Wiersbitzky, What Flowers Remember
I feel sorry for novelists when they have to mention women's eyes: there's so little choice, and whatever colouring is decided upon inevitably carries banal implications. Her eyes are blue: innocence and honesty. Her eyes are black: passion and depth. Her eyes are green: wildness and jealousy. Her eyes are violet: the novel is by Raymond Chandler.
— Julian Barnes, Flaubert's Parrot
They were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight.
— Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief
Where his eyes should’ve been, there was only fire, empty sockets glowing with miniature nuclear explosions.
— Rick Riordan, The Lightning Thief
I seen the look in your eyes...I reached out to touch you but feared I would mark your skin. I do not want just tonight, my love. I want to know that always...always...you will be mine.
— Faye Hall
And yet that's the best way to watch television actively: with your eyes closed.
— Jean-Philippe Toussaint, Television
When you view yourself through the lens of God’s Word, you will better understand God’s love for you and the worth you have in His eyes.
— Elizabeth George
It would be wrong to kill oneself if one did not know exactly the nature of one's eyes.
— Kate Williams, The Storms of War
The eyes are the true reflection of a man's age and sensibilities.
— Vipin Behari Goyal
5) The Eyes Are the Windows to Where the Soul Is Supposed to Be
— Tina Fey, Bossypants
It’s the body and eyes that tell what a person is thinking or going to do.
— Louis Nowra, Into That Forest
That bowl was special because of the blue. It exactly matched your eyes.
— Jennifer Ashley, A Mackenzie Family Christmas: The Perfect Gift
She wished she had eyes like her sister, huge and bright, constantly straddling the line between terrified child and ingénue.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Artificial Gods
This is how you will remember that you are mine. Every painful touch, everyaching hug, will remind you - that you are a slave - to me.
— Prashant Chopra, The Eyes that drowned Uyuni
...a soft inward look some into his eyes, as if he was amazed to find himself alive on such a beautiful day.
— Sarah  Porter, Lost Voices
Nonfiction speaks to the head. Fiction speaks to the heart. Poetry speaks to the soul. It's the essence of beauty. The essence of pain. It pleases the eye and the ear.
— Ellen Hopkins
It was like the color of his eyes, she supposed - not quite one shade or another, and utterly unlike anyone else's.
— Anna Godbersen, Bright Young Things
Dead. The words fall from my tongue and linger there like poison. A slow death hanging from my lips. I shake the thought away and swallow but I can still taste the remnants in the back of my throat. It's sour and I gag a little as tears swell behind my eyes.
— Celia McMahon, Skye
He had lovely eyes, really—not assessing, at all, but big and dark and…waiting.
— Charlotte Stein, Past Pleasures
I kept thinking of her eyes, the depths of them, the way she looked right into me, and I wasn't afraid of what she'd find.
— Robin Constantine, The Promise of Amazing
It was said in the old days that every year Thor made a circle around Middle-earth, beating back the enemies of order. Thor got older every year, and the circle occupied by gods and men grew smaller. The wisdom god, Woden, went out to the king of the trolls, got him in an armlock, and demanded to know of him how order might triumph over chaos."Give me your left eye," said the king of the trolls, "and I'll tell you." Without hesitation, Woden gave up his left eye. "Now tell
— John Gardner, On Moral Fiction
We were just standing there, and her eyes were so interesting. Not in the usual way of being interesting, like being extremely blue or extremely big or flanked by obscenely long lashes or anything.
— John Green, Let It Snow: Three Holiday Romances
The eye’s perception of texture is pale compared to the lips’, and I didn’t know what velvety was until I knew it with my lips. Oh, kissing. Oh, violin boy.
— Laini Taylor, Night of Cake & Puppets
From a distance, a clone's luminous eyes are meant to draw in humans and make them feel safe. Up close, the eyes appear hollow. Because of that, humans tend not to look into our eyes too closely, which I've been told is socially preferable, as eyes without souls behind them can be frightening.
— Rachel Cohn, Beta
Eyes can't speak ...but some people can understand what eyes want to speak!!!
— Neeky Albert
The eyes were large and gray and in a certain light looked soft, gentle, and even innocent. Then the light would change, the innocence would vanish, and the eyes looked like year-old ice.
— Ross Thomas, Briarpatch
I love you more than life itself.” There was no way she could doubt his words, because he was opening his eyes to her and letting her glimpse his soul.
— Ann H. Gabhart
His hair was red, and his eyes were a color blue that put the ocean to shame.
— Embee, Tess Embers
Windisch closes his eyes. He feels his eyes. He feels his eyeballs in his hands. His eyes without a face.
— Herta Müller, The Passport
The eyes were larger and gray and in a certain light looked soft, gentle, and even innocent. Then the light would change, the innocence would vanish, and the eyes looked like year-old ice.
— Ross Thomas, Briarpatch
Nice" said Paul staring transfixed at Fran's delicate and extreme gaze, like that of a skeleton with eyeballs, or a person with their face peeled off.
— Tao Lin, Taipei
I allowed myself a microscopic view into his ice-colored eyes. It was like viewing one of those photographs of the Arctic region – very foreign, exotic, clearly a place you’ve never dreamed of going.
— Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
If your eyes can not cry, then your gut will."The head and heart may be in denial of your human needs, but the gut will always carry the wisdom of your needs met and unmet, and thusly respond.
— Martha Char Love, What's Behind Your Belly Button? A Psychological Perspective of the Intelligence of Human Nature and Gut Instinct
Sometimes people did this, closed their eyes for a few seconds and imagined it gave them insights into what it was like to be her. Only, at the end, they could still open their eyes and see.
— April Henry, Girl, Stolen
Staring into the mirror, I was surprised to see a haunted look in my brown eyes. There was pain there, pain and loss that even the nicest dress and makeup couldn't hide.
— Richelle Mead, Spirit Bound
I find it hard to describe what it is like to look fully into eyes that one has known that well--known better than one knows the look of one's own eyes, actually--and then put away, deliberately forgotten. That instantly reasserted intimacy, that resumption of what looks like friendly concern, is like nakedness, like exposure.
— Wallace Stegner, Angle of Repose
Eyes are a deaf man’s ears. Ears are a blind man’s eyes.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana
from RIVERMy body is filled with sand. The heavy grains flow from my eyes and seek somewhere to fall.Speak to me friends. Tell me I am free to go now, for I need to sit alone in the sun on the river bank, juggling pebbles.
— Jay Woodman, SPAN
Her eyes are brown like the morning sand breaking in a new day.
— Church Johnson, Controversial Love
The eyes were of a color which he could never decide on, afterwards when he told the story he used to say they were the color of everything in Spring.
— John Buchan, Huntingtower
Meanwhile Bellgrove had been savouring love's rare aperitif, the ageless language of the eyes.
— Mervyn Peake, Gormenghast
It was any wonder how a wave could withstand such a look from eyes like that and continue to build towards him. His eyes were her ocean in those brief seconds.
— Lindsay Chamberlin, The Shoreline
The eyes can often lie, not see what is essential. But the heart, never.
— Anushka Bhartiya
Her eyes beamed over the top of the cup like Peterbilt high beams coming over a hillcrest, full moon rising over a mountain lake with its reflected partner, 747 landing lights coming down onto a runway.
— Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul
It's like she had a soul that was much too big for her; it filled her to the brim till there was no more space, so it flowed out through her eyes.
— Nick Lake, In Darkness
Beshrew your eyes,They have o'erlook'd me and divided me;One half of me is yours, the other half yours,Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours,And so all yours.
— William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice
His voice a rhythm like rain, words rolling over themselves... “You are distinguished from the leaves by the shape of your eyes.They are whiter in color and rounder. Except on nights like this when the leaves are luminous....”“Still, you are distinguished from the night–your voice silent as candles melted in their own pools, used up with expression and light....
— Debi Cimo, Delicate The alchemy of Emily Greyson
The voice was cool, drawling, and insolent, but the eyes were something else. She looked about as hard to get as a haircut.
— Raymond Chandler
A feather when viewed separately may seem like only a feather,But when seen through the eyes of truth it is a sacred instrument that lifts a bird in flight.
— Molly Friedenfeld
I might be a great liar, but I am not sure I can lie to those striking eyes.
— M.F. Moonzajer
The moment when you think that you are the loneliest person in the world, you close your eyes and feel ,it is much better this way.
— M.F. Moonzajer
Their eyes are precisely similar, and they are those of Catherine Earnshaw.
— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
But as she looked over toward the doors, her breath caught. Her eyes locked on the deep blue ones of a man just entering. He was tall and muscular, his hair blonde and well cut. And he was dressed impeccably in a dark grey suit and a deep blue tie. But it was his eyes that drew her focus and made her heart beat faster.
— M. Tyler, Bound
Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes.
— Katherine Mansfield
It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes.
— Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence
I loved your eyes first,” I told him , repeating his words from a few weeks ago back to him, because it was true, and because we were two halves of a whole—we had been all along, and he’d been so clever to know it right away. I used to think it was insanity, but now I was beginning to think that it was pure brilliance. “I see it, too, James. I see the other half of my soul in you.
— R.K. Lilley, Grounded
If the eyes are the window to the soul, then Edward's in trouble 'cause no one is home.
— Laurell K. Hamilton, Obsidian Butterfly
Observe the eyes, for they are the windows to her soul.
— Habeeb Akande
He had to keep busy
—  he had to keep moving so that the sinews connected behind his eyes did not slip loose and spin his eyes to the interior of his skull where the scenes waited for him.
Why is it that one can look at a lion or a planet or an owl or at someone's finger as long as one pleases, but looking into the eyes of another person is, if prolonged past a second, a perilous affair?
— Walker Percy
...Again she did not seem to hear, still looking into Cale’s eyes. Then slowly, hopelessly, she dropped her gaze. “I understand,” she said. It was that, of course, that pierced him as if she had stabbed him through the heart. To him it was the sound of lost faith and it was unendurable. He felt he’d become a kind of god in her eyes, and it was simply impossible to give up her adoration.
— Paul Hoffman, The Left Hand of God
The men laugh at the witty line, but it is not a belly laugh. Beasley's mouth is in a wide smile, but his eyes do not laugh, for there is little reason for joy. And if eyes are indeed mirrors of the soul, then they reflect an infinite sadness. I look away, afraid of what mine might reflect
— Mumia Abu-Jamal
Buthe had the kindest face in the world, with big, dark eyes and buzzed-cutbrown hair.
— S.C. Stephens, Thoughtless
If the pirate with a scarf had been more poetically minded he’d have thought that her eyes were like a thousand emeralds, glittering in a far-off pirate treasure chest. But he wasn’t, so he just thought that she had really really green eyes, a bit like seaweed.
— Gideon Defoe, The Pirates! In an Adventure with Scientists
It was those eyes as much as anything that had earned him his reputation as a man to be reckoned with. When he stared at a person, clear and unwavering, men grew uncomfortable. Women positively shivered.
— Julia Quinn, The Duke and I
...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?
— John Geddes, A Familiar Rain
But if you close your eyes,does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
— Bastille Pompeii
My love, can't you seehow much i love theeFor i through your eyesshall seeOur great lovefor all eternity
— Amal Sagheer
Close your eyes and you will see your dreams, open them and you will see obstacles.
— Gavriil Stiharul
...did you know that in your eyes there are bright flecks of green and orange - and that they are lovely?...
— John Geddes
Those eyes of his just look up at me, pupils dilated in the diffused lights of the room. Wide, black pools, seeking out galaxies.
— Neal Shusterman, Bruiser
I worked hard to meet his eyes, even though they were the kind of pretty that’s hard to look at..
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
The very first thing I saw was his eyes, bluer and brighter than the sea itself. They gazed at me, so dazzling, and for an instant I couldn't even feel the pain. I was too overcome by the handsomeness of this sandy haired boy
— Rebecah McManus, Colliding Worlds
I believe you!' the artiste exclaimed finally and extinguishes his gaze. 'I do! These eyes are not lying! How many times have I told you that your basic error consists in underestimating the significance of the human eye. Understand that the tongue can conceal the truth, but the eyes - never! A sudden question is put to you, you don't even flinch, in one second you get hold of yourself and know what you must say to conceal the truth, and you speak quite convincingly, and not a wrinkle on your face moves, but - alas - the truth which the question stirs up from the bottom of your soul leaps momentarily into your eyes, and it's all over! They see it, and you're caught!
— Mikhail Bulgakov, The Master and Margarita