Eyes Quotes - Page 4

Your erotic,
A memoir of pleasure.
Caress the streets as through they held the touch of mink,
Leaving only trails of stardust.
Your eyes could Pierce hearts, leaving eternal scars of that moment,
Moments so bittersweet they linger upon the tastebuds of those who dare glance.
You, Stain eyes with curiosity
I dare not blink.

People who say you are ugly, may be true, because to them, you look like a monster. People who say you are beautiful, may also be true, because to them, you look like an angel.

Her [Odette's] eyes were beautiful, but so large they seemed to droop beneath their own weight, strained the rest of her face and always made her appear unwell or in a bad mood.

La beauté qui parle aux yeux, reprit-elle, n’est que le prestige d’un moment; l’œuil du corps n'est pas toujours celui de l'âme."

("The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes," she continued, "is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul.")

[Le beau Laurence]

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.

La Maga did not know that my kisses were like eyes which began to open up beyond her, and that I went along outside as if I saw a different concept of the world, the dizzy pilot of a black prow which cut the water of time and negated it.

For the most expensive way to realize an orgasm, men open their wallets. For the cheapest, they close their eyes.

I was broken .but nature is kind enough that I had courage to look in to his eyes.

True love doesn't need proof.
The eyes told what heart felt.

Eyes can only capture objects that already seen in mind.
And mind can only see things that already written in heart.

Your heart is able to see things that your eyes aren't able to.

When eyes have died in its gaze, know the heart had died in its blaze.

Your eyes are hallow,
Your heart is bruised,
Your temple has been raided,
Your soul has been shattered,
Was he worth it?

Would you dare to reach inside the vault of a feral heart?
Glare into the keyhole, eyes bound with intrigue...is it real what we perceive? or does the absent colour leave you lost or decieved?

What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve about.

Your eyes need to be opened wider than your heart, when love is blinder than your eyes.

Binoculars see from far when near the eyes. Far from self, near the heart, in love. (Les jumelles voient de loin quand près des yeux. - Loin de soi, près du coeur ; amoureux.)

That night, stargazing on the deck with Dad, eyes on the sky, he pointed out Orion, Betelgeuse. "It's an art to read the stars, baby."
I never wanted to leave his side-my sure song for so long. Now? His eyes are stone changed. Just looking at them hurts my heart.

When out eyes are tear-stained then our heart is blood-stained as well

There's more than what the eye can see, the heart can love, and the brain can understand.