#eyes

In an unpredictable and unpleasant world it was both unusual and very pleasant to hear what I wanted to hear. ↗

— Marian Keyes

#life #life

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#born #dead #drops #eyes #i

I looked into her eyes, and saw my own staring back, the same peculiar shade, pale grey, flecked with yellow, rimmed with black. Now I knew the nature of her debt. It had weighed on her conscience for fourteen years. I was looking into the eyes of mother and I knew that I would never see her again. ↗

— Celia Rees

#eyes #family #magic #witch #family

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

#blue-eyes #boy #dazzling #eyes #love

How can you fall in love at first sight when you can't even see? ↗

— Melinda Cross

#cross #darkness #eyes #handicapped #lion

Oh, now my Erin, she'd smile down on me no matter where I walked." Grandpop smiled that little smile again. "But I'd be separated from her, and I'd feel that separation in my soul, you see?" Nathan shook his head. Grandpop sighed. "You have the Irish eyes, boy. One of these days, you'll see from eyes, not your own, feel with a heart outside your chest. Wild Irish eyes. Nathan. When you love, love well and love true, and take care, lad, because those Irish eyes are windows into not just your own soul, but the soul of the one you love." Grandpop looked out at his Erin's grave. "And when you lose that heart, you can't leave the places where your memories are the best. And if I left her, I'd not be buried beside her. ↗

— Lora Leigh

#elite #eyes #grandpop #irish #leigh

Ah, what happiness it is to be with people who are all happy, to press hands, press cheeks, smile into eyes. ↗

— Katherine Mansfield

#happiness #happy-people #holding-hands #love #short-story

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

#eyes #humor #listen #looking #mouth

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

#laughter #love

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

#love #other-half #soul #love