Browsing Topic Best Beautiful Eyes Quotes

…walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.

To have beautiful lips, say beautiful things. To have beautiful eyes, look at people and see the good in them.

I don’t think it’s because of my eyes, my beautiful eyes. (on Henry staying at Arsenal for the money)

Whatever of goodness emanates from the soul, gathers its soft halo in the eyes; and if the heart be a lurking place of crime, the eyes are sure to betray the secret. A beautiful eye makes silence eloquent, a kind eye makes contradiction assent, an enraged eye makes beauty a deformity; so you see, forsooth, the little organ plays no inconsiderable, if not a dominant, part.

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

No one should notice how your eyes are done or the color of your eyeshadow. They should just notice you and notice that you’re beautiful, that you have beautiful eyes.

I like outgoing girls with a lovely smile and beautiful eyes.

I wish you luck,’ she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she’d ever seen. But now her heart beat so much faster for someone else.

A beautiful eyelash is an important adjunct to the eye. The lashes may be lengthened by trimming them occasionally in childhood. Care should be taken that this trimming is done neatly and evenly, and especially that the points of the scissors do not penetrate the eye.

Beautiful eyes are those that show, Like crystal panes where hearth fires glow, Beautiful thoughts that burn below.

The first time I ever saw your face, I thought the sun rose in your eyes and the moon and the stars were the gifts you gave to the dark and empty sky, my love.

Horror jolts me when I look at one of you and see a pair of beautiful eyes that make me think your mind might contain a world that could hold me as the bolts shake loose and fly from my frame.

Beautiful eyes in the face of a handsome woman are like eloquence to speech.

For a day, just for one day, talk about that which disturbs no one and bring some peace into those beautiful eyes.

Knights die in battle, Catelyn reminded her. Brienne looked at her with those blue and beautiful eyes. As ladies die in childbed. No one sings songs about them.

Her beautiful eyes and lips were very grave as she made her choice, and Anthony thought again how naive was her every gesture; she took all the things of life for hers to choose from and apportion, as though she were continually picking out presents for herself from an inexhaustible counter.

A girl has to have a beautiful smile, Beautiful eyes and she should have a good sense of humor. She should be Honost, loving and trustworthy.

Infatuation is the language of a beautiful eye upon a sensitive heart.

The woman who opens the door has a blue stain on her shirt and dark hair wound into a messy knot and the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. They’re pale, like a lioness’s, nearly golden, but they also look like they’ve done their fair share of crying, and we all know that a sky with clouds in it is much more interesting than one that doesn’t have any.

The eyes have one language everywhere.

Every time I watch you open those beautiful eyes, I gaze with awe just thinking of how blessed I am to spend the rest of my life with you.

I’m a sucker for a woman with beautiful eyes.

Physically? If you’ve got really beautiful eyes, you have me in a trance right from the beginning. As far as personality, I’m attracted to really shy girls. Someone who knows who they are and is very genuine. That is just so sexy to me.

You write to become immortal, or because the piano happens to be open, or you’ve looked into a pair of beautiful eyes.

People compose for many reasons, to become immortal; because the piano happens to be open; because they want to become a millionaire; because of the praise of friends; because they have looked into a pair of beautiful eyes; or for no reason whatsoever.

You never know how you look through other people’s eyes.

And a face above mine, white and beautiful, eyes as large as the moon. You saved me. A hand on my cheek, cool and dry. Why did you save me? Words welling up on a tide: No, the opposite. Eyes the colour of a dawn sky, a crown of blond hair, so bright and white and blinding I could swear it was a halo.