His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.
George R.R. MartinTag: eyes
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. MartinTag: eyes
No - the light in Tamani's eyes was much more than a reflection. It was the fire that melted her anger and devestated her resolve, every single time she saw it.
Aprilynne PikeTag: light reflection resolve fire eyes
Eyes skip a low-key profile.
Toba BetaTag: eyes attention invisibility low-key profile
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 GraboTag: love connection balance eyes elves
[A] person whose head is bowed and whose eyes are heavy cannot look at the light.
Christine de PizanTag: sadness hope light salvation oppression grief eyes hopelessness sorrows burdens subjection
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 EinsteinTag: science life truth art reality einstein vision emotion eyes mysterious awe the-mysterious
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 GaimanTag: eyes black-holes
God, he thought, her eyes are so bright, flashing, deep, full of promise, all those things eyes are in books but never are in life, and she was his.
John CrowleyTag: books love eyes auberon-drinkwater sylvie
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.
Tag: eyes beautiful paint sunlight adrian-ivashkov sydney-sage
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