Eyes Quotes
I can travel with music. I close my eyes, and I can travel all over the world with music. And one after another, stories come to me, and I just record them.
Bahman Ghobadi
The thing that I really look for in people is enthusiasm and excitement and, not to sound really sappy, that fire in their eyes.
Rachel Zoe
I'm the Imelda Marcos of sunglasses.... Very sensitive eyes to light. If somebody takes my photograph, I will see the flash for the rest of the day. My right eye swells up. I've a blockage there, so that my eyes go red a lot. So it's part vanity, it's part privacy and part sensitivity.
Bono
U2
So God stepped over to the edge of the worldAnd He spat out the seven seas;He batted His eyes, and the lightnings flashed;He clapped His hands, and the thunders rolled;And the waters above the earth came down,The cooling waters came down.
James Weldon Johnson
I'm not a tech guy. I'm looking at the technology with the eyes of my customers, normal people's eyes.
Jack Ma
Those of us who have the eyes and ears of the media have a responsibility to amplify the voices of the voiceless.
Peter Gabriel
Genesis
I'm relieved that after all these years of doing atrocity work, I still cry my eyes out every time I read the paper in the morning. It's surprising, actually.
Samantha Power
When they lay down beside me I made my confession to them. They touched both my eyes and I touched the dew on their hem. If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn, They will bind you with love that is graceful and green as a stem.
Leonard Cohen
My eyes aren't special, my nose isn't special, my mouth isn't special.
Valerie Bertinelli
I have always liked my hair when it's braided, because if I don't, it kind of runs in my eyes when I hit.
Ana Ivanovic
Gently, I ran my hand across his chest, exploring it. My breath felt tight in my throat. He was so beautiful. His muscles were toned, defined, his skin warm and smooth. Stroking my palm up over the line of his collarbone, I felt the firmness of his shoulder, the strength of his bicep. I traced my fingers over the black AK, following the lines of the letters. Alex hardly moved as I touched him, his eyes never leaving me. Finally I sighed and dropped my hand. I tried to smile. "I've sort of been wanting to do that ever since that first night in the motel room," I admitted.
L.A. Weatherly
Your righteous eyes, your laconic trigger-fingers people the streets with villains: as you move, the air in front of you blossoms with targets and you leave behind you a heroic trail of desolation: beer bottles slaughtered by the side of the road, bird- skulls bleaching in the sunset.
Margaret Atwood
