Quotes of: Blue-eyes Keyword

Maria: Is that you Bill? Bill! [She runs into a dark room and is grabbed by Angel Eyes] Maria: Who are you? What do you want with me? Angel Eyes: Go on talking about Bill Carson.

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly

Mathilda: Sleep well? Léon: I never really sleep well. Got one eye open, always. Mathilda: Yeah, I forgot. You know, I never saw someone with one eye open snore so much.

Léon: The Professional

[first words, handwritten, from English subtitles] Benjamín Esposito: He ran to the end of the train and watched as her figure, once gigantic, now shrank in his eyes, but grew more than ever in his heart.

The Secret in Their Eyes

Rooster Cogburn: [after missing a shot on a bottle he threw up in the air] The chinaman is running them cheap shells on me again. LaBoeuf: I thought you were going to say the sun was in your eyes. That is to say, your EYE.

True Grit

[Dilios is putting a patch over his eye] King Leonidas: Dilios, I trust that "scratch" hasn't made you useless. Dilios: Hardly, my lord, it's just an eye. The gods saw fit to grace me with a spare.

300

I faced odds when glaucoma took the bat out of my hands. But I didn't give in or feel sorry for myself. I've said it before, and I'll say it again: 'It may be cloudy in my right eye, but the sun is shining very brightly in my left eye.'

Allan Ray

Will’s eyes met Tessa’s as she came closer, almost tripping again over the torn hem of her gown. For a moment, they were in perfect understanding. Jem was what they could still look each other straight in the eye about. On the topic of Jem, they ...

Clockwork Princess

Slowly the shapes around her took on form. Huge empty eyes stared at her hungrily through the gloom, and dimly she saw the jagged shadows of long teeth. She had lost the count. She closed her eyes and bit her lip and sent the fear away. When she look...

A Game of Thrones

He sorry- For everything- For Prentisstown- For Viola- For Ben- For every failure and every wrong- For letting his pa down- And he's looking up at me- And he's begging me- He's begging me- Like I'm the only one who can forgive him- Like it's only me ...

The Ask and the Answer

You gently lift my chin with one finger and stare deep into my eyes. Automatically I drop my gaze to avoid eye contact with you, but not before I see the debauchery loaded in your expression. “Whose slut are you?” you ask, “and you have permiss...

Hide & Seek

All this last day Frodo had not spoken, but had walked half-bowed, often stumbling, as if his eyes no longer saw the way before his feet. Sam guessed that among all their pains he bore the worst, the growing weight of the Ring, a burden on the body a...

The Return of the King

Only--but this is rare-- When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable hours, Our eyes can in another's eyes read clear, When our world-deafen'd ear Is by the tones of a loved voice caress'd-- A bolt is ...

The Poems of Matthew Arnold 1849 - 1867

A BOAT beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July — Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear — Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts h...

Lewis Carroll

Think of this – that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other. True, the writer may have been alone also with Spenser's golden apples in the Faerie Queene, Proserpina's garden, glistening bright among t...

A.S. Byatt

Dwelling on the loneliness inherent in a city such as this when you dream of endless mountains and expanses of blue sky is a recipe for torment.

Coma House

I routinely use my blue sky "Device" and it works very well for me.

Curing Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity

Who ever felt canary yellow and light blue are a suitable color should be tarred and feathered.

Chivalry and Malevolence

In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange.

In Dog Years I'd be Dead: Garfield at 25

There are some things you never say good-bye to

Dream When You're Feeling Blue

It is so small secret that many writers are also alcoholics, drug addicts, sexual deviants, or habitual wearers of blue jeans (in some cases all of the above).

Editorial

The sky was dark blue twilight, pretty to look at but lonely to walk under.

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