Eyes Quotes

Green is my favorite. And it's my favorite because it's the color of my wife's eyes, grass, trees, life, and money, and mother earth!

I see the world through my eyes. It's sometimes a strange world.

I don't want to be ignorant in my daughter's eyes.

I like green or brown eyes. Tall but not overwhelmingly so. I like men who do yoga and meditate.

George Reeves was really Superman in my eyes. For him to come on the set and be there was a treat for me.

Eisenhower had the clearest blue eyes. He would fix them on you. In my every interview with him, he would lock his eyes on to mine and keep them there.

As I approach my 88th birthday, it's become apparent to me that my eyes and ears, among other appurtenances, aren't quite what they used to be. The prospect of long flights to wherever in search of whatever are not quite as appealing.

The men and women cut their hair close round to the ears and eyes. The women, after the manner of the Parthians, cover their heads with a large white veil, folded together in the form of a crown.

I wanted so badly to be straight like my friends. But I couldn't change it any more than I could change having brown eyes. And I knew I would never fit into what kids thought was normal.

I love experiencing other people's realities, seeing the world through their eyes for a short period of time.

I had ordered long legs, but they never arrived. My eyes are weird too, one is gray and the other is green. I have a crooked smile and my nose looks like a ski slope. No, I would not win a Miss contest.

So to that extent that was a very sharp reminder a few months out from the election that we weren't performing in the eyes of the public to the level that they wanted if they were going to re-elect us. So we went out and were much more upfront on issues.

I admit that the eyes of the intellectually and culturally lively tend to glaze over at the mere mention of sociology, often with ample justification.

When soldiers have been baptized in the fire of a battle-field, they have all one rank in my eyes.

One of the joys of being a grandparent is getting to see the world again through the eyes of a child.

I have no right, by anything I do or say, to demean a human being in his own eyes. What matters is not what I think of him; it is what he thinks of himself. To undermine a man's self-respect is a sin.

What the eyes perceive in herbs or stones or trees is not yet a remedy; the eyes see only the dross.

Eyes so transparent that through them the soul is seen.

You take somebody that cries their goddam eyes out over phoney stuff in the movies, and nine times out of ten they're mean bastards at heart.

Beauty is how you feel inside, and it reflects in your eyes. It is not something physical.

When you see a fish you don't think of its scales, do you? You think of its speed, its floating, flashing body seen through the water... If I made fins and eyes and scales, I would arrest its movement, give a pattern or shape of reality. I want just the flash of its spirit.

Heavy pillars, carved from the rock, bear the roof. Slowly, one's eyes become accustomed to the dim light; then they can make out marvelous representations from Indian mythology carved on the walls.

Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.

Everything the human being heard from the beginning, saw with its eyes, looked upon and touched with its hands was a living word; for God was the word.

A hundred eyes were fixed on her, and half as many hearts lost to her.

It is clear from all these data that the interests of teenagers are not focused around studies, and that scholastic achievement is at most of minor importance in giving status or prestige to an adolescent in the eyes of other adolescents.

Anyone who has ever looked into the glazed eyes of a soldier dying on the battlefield will think hard before starting a war.

It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others, of measuring one's soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity.

I have photographs taken of me at the time I was addicted, and thought I looked good. I see them today and realize my eyes were dead.

No matter how poor my eyes are I can still talk.