Best 775 quotes in «eyes quotes» category

When you believe in yourself as a great asset God created for a reason, you will rename your major successes as mere stepping stones because there are greater things that eyes have not yet seen through you, and all are embedded in the value you have in your room; remember that value is you!

When you look in the mirror and see your reflection, your eyes are open; when you look in the mirror and see God, your soul is open.

When you reduce your needs, your income and wealth multiply by default. What looked small earlier seems big now and you become a rich man in your own eyes even though your wealth remains exactly the same in numerical terms.

When YOU Say YOU Love Me, I Don't Hear With My Ears Or Read YOUR Lips As I Already Know That By Looking In YOUR Eyes....

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.

Where his eyes should’ve been, there was only fire, empty sockets glowing with miniature nuclear explosions.

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.

Whether you tell me or not your eyes keep telling me everything that you want to tell me!

Which eyes are the most attractive? Blue or black? Neither of them, or both of them. Attractiveness depends not on the color of the eyes, but the contrast among various deep feelings which you can see on them. It is always charming to watch the feelings on the eyes, but not the eyes themselves. The complexity of the feelings only enhances the charm of eyes for anybody around.

WHO AM I? I have seven heavenly panels Leading up to a pointed sphere I’m multidimensional like a crystal And my center is never clear. I’m an inventor and pioneer. A mentor to my peers. But I'm not as sound as my shell reveals, Because I’m tormented by my fears - That may appear to be grounded But my insides are filled with tears. And the sadness is well-founded, From years and years Of traumatic experiences Compounded In the most demented Atmospheres. I talk but feel like nobody hears. Has reason disappeared? And, God, are you near? This is Giza’s 7th light force And I'm asking you to interfere. I can no longer walk amongst the blind and dead With open eyes and ears. I’m trying to maintain my sanity And to straighten up my veneer As I roll amongst the growing calamities Flowing on Earth’s severely trashed Frontier. Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun (2010)

Who closes eyes to dictatorships kneels his eyelids. (Qui ferme les yeux aux dictatures - Agenouille en fait les paupières.)

Whoever said that time doesn't stop for anyone, apparently had never seen her smile, looking me in the eye, not shying away from the hold my gaze had on her. Whoever said that you can't hold all the happiness of this world within you, obviously had never wrapped her frame into their arms, arms that were coiled around perfection. Whoever said that you can't fly, evidently hadn't been in love ever.

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"?

Who needs eyes when you can hallucinate?

With a smile like that, you don't need eyes.

...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?

Wir können die Welt nur ändern wenn wir beginnen, sie mit anderen Augen zu sehen.

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.

Wisdom opens the eyes of love.

Women love with their ears, men with their eyes.

Without faith, people perish, and they are perishing before our eyes

Without imagination, things were only as they appeared - and that was blindness. Things were more than they appeared, so much more. When he considered an oak tree, it was not just a tree. To someone small, like an ant, it was a whole landscape of rugged barky cliffs and big green leaf-plains that quaked when the sky was restless, a place of many strange creatures where fearsome winged beasts could pluck and devour someone in a blink.

Words are useless. Use your eyes to say a million things.

Work hard in the day; as hard as you can even if no one is watching you! Work harder in the night; as harder as if everyone's eyes are on you.

You can never heal completely. The scars will always stay behind, just to remind how cruel the time was once to you. But someday, you will learn to see beauty in the world that gave you these scars. And your eyes will shine with no lies in it. That day, you become beautiful. With baring all the scars, Which you always tried to hide from everyone.

Writing barely differs from Talking and Reading. It appoints your hand while they engage your mouth and eyes respectively. The trio need the mind to combine sensible words from a meaningful arrangement of the ‘simple’ A B C to Z.

Yesterday, she shed tears, keeping her head on my shoulders. And I think she's not going to be fine because I know she won't. Because a couple of years back, I wasn't. And when you know that you've fallen hard on a cold ground and are still lying there, what do you tell others who are taking the fall? You close your eyes. You accept to lie there a little longer. But I lie on my bed now, and it's a little too warm today.

... You can colour your eyes… You can put on your skin tattoo… ... - What's nExT?

You cannot find comfort in ducks. Stoop to look into those beady brown eyes, and they will tell you nothing. - The Bridge, St. James's Park

You can start with those crazy-ass eyes. They've got an 'I'm going to get you sucka' look to them. Blue as death and flickering with strabismal menace...he has the gaze of a soul-stealer.

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?

Writing is dreaming with your eyes open — and your heart on fire.

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.

You are most beautiful in your purest form. You are a manifestation of God himself. Open your eyes and let the light flow right through to your core. All it takes is for you to notice a flicker of leaves, a momentary glance from a loved one, or for a wave to hit your toes and freeze you in that timeless place where you know with every cell in your body that God, indeed is real.

You are the ocean to my eyes.

You can spot someone you know, even in a strange place or in a crowd of people. Theres something about a person that fits into your eyes.

You couldn’t tell I was crying because my eyes were closed.

You don’t know how much is tiring to stay here Since chaos is all I know Mess is all I see And noise is all I hear... I wish I could escape this hell to a place Where l know no one and no one knows my name; Flying as if I’ve never been tamed before Laughing is if I’ve never cried before And dancing as if there is no other eye around to look at me …

You have got very sad eyes" she told me. And I just smiled.

Your exuberance, passion, mesmerizing voice, animated actions, and eyes full of dreams captured my attention so completely, that I didn't feel the bitter taste of coffee

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.

Your black pupils. Your dilated pupils. Inviting and impudent. Enticing and insolant. Two invitations to... A different sky.

You're an asshole." "And you're a bitch," he says. "A bitch with a kick-ass smile and eyes that can seriously screw with a guy's head.

Your eyes begin in my eyes which no longer see you. Begin in my voice which no longer speaks to you. Die out in my hands which no longer touch you. Your eyes are inscribed in my flesh. No one can bear to see me now. Sinister tattoo. I do the rain, I do the sun. For want of your eyes in my eyes.

Your eyes speak the unsaid words. And my heart understands them.

Your eyes tell me everything about you. Your words only confirm it.

Your eyes drink of me, Love makes them shine, Your eyes that lean So close to mine. We have long been lovers, We know the range Of each other's moods And how they change; But when we look At each other so Then we feel How little we know; The spirit eludes us, Timid and free– Can I ever know you Or you know me?

Your eyes were the bait luring me into your world. Your kiss was the trap door keeping me prisoner there.

Your eyes will always be closer to your soul than to any other part of your body except the heart.

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