Browsing Topic Best Golden Eye Quotes

Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.

God wrote His loveliest poem on the day He made the first silver poplar tree, And set it high upon a pale-gold hill For all the new enchanted earth to see.

There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky.

The heavy eyelids snapped open. Jack froze. A huge gold-and-amber eye, as big as a dinner plater, stared at him. The dark pupil shrank, focusing. Jack stood very still. The colossal head turned, the scaled lip only three feet from Jack. The golden eyes gazed at him, wirling with fiery color. Jack breathed in tiny, shallow breaths. Dont blink. Don’t blink… Two gusts of wind erutped from the wyvern’s nostrils Jack jumped straight up, bounced off the ground into another jump, and scrambled up the nearest tree. In the clearing, Gaston bent over, guffawing like an idiot. ‘It’s not funny!

Aw, fudge,’ floated down to me, as a couple of golden eyes peered over a third-floor window ledge. ‘You’re a freaking dhampir. Why are you reading Tolkien?’ I shrugged, then had to dodge the potted geranium he threw at me. ‘After five hundred years, you’ve read just about everything. Besides, he had hella world-building skills.

Love is a sweet thing caught a momentand held in a golden eye.

The golden eye of justice sees, and requites the unjust man.

His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.

Do you see the Field of Mars, where I walked next to my bride in her white wedding dress, with red sandals in her hands, when we were kids? I see it well. We spent all our days afraid it was too good to be true, Tatiana, said Alexander. We were always afraid all we had was a borrowed five minutes from now. Her hands went on his face. That’s all any of us ever has, my love, she said. And it all flies by. Yes, he said, looking at her, at the desert, covered coral and yellow with golden eye and globe mallow. But what a five minutes it’s been.