The eye is the pulse of the soul; as physicians judge the heart by the pulse, so we by the eye.
That fine part of our constitution, the eye, seems as much the receptacle and seat of our passions, appetites, and inclinations, as the mind itself; at least it is the outward portal to introduce them to the house within, or rather the common thoroughfare to let our affections pass in and out. Love, anger, pride, and avarice, all visibly move in those little orbs.
A beautiful eye makes silence eloquent; a kind eye makes contradiction an assent; an enraged eye makes beauty deformed.—This little member gives life to every other part about us.
The intelligence of affection is carried on by the eye only.—Good breeding has made the tongue falsify the heart and act a part of continued restraint, while Nature has preserved the eyes to herself, that she may not be disguised or misrepresented.
A wanton eye is the messenger of an unchaste heart.
Men are born with two eyes, but only one tongue, in order that they should see twice as much as they say.
Sweet, silent rhetoric of persuading eyes.
One of the most wonderful things in nature is a glance of the eye; it transcends speech; it is the bodily symbol of identity.
Eyes are bold as lions, roving, running, leaping, here and there, far and near.—They speak all languages; wait for no introduction; ask no leave of age or rank; respect neither poverty nor riches, neither learning nor power, nor virtue, nor sex, but intrude, and come again, and go through and through you in a moment of time.—What inundation of life and thought is discharged from one soul into another through them!
An eye can threaten like a loaded and levelled pistol, or can insult, like hissing or kicking; or in its altered mood, can, by beams of kindness, make the heart dance with joy.—Some eyes have no more expression than blueberries, while others are as deep as a well which you can fall into.
It is the eyes of other people that ruin us. If all but myself were blind I should neither want a fine house nor fine furniture.
The eye of the master will do more work than both his hands.
Our eyes, when gazing on sinful objects, are out of their calling, and out of God's keeping.
Men of cold passions have quick eyes.
The balls of sight are so formed, that one man's eyes are spectacles to another, to read his heart with.
Eyes raised toward heaven are always beautiful, whatever they may be.
The heart's hushed secret in the soft dark eye.
Who has a daring eye, tells downright truths and downright lies.
The curious questioning eye, that plucks the heart of every mystery.
Lovers are angry, reconciled, entreat, thank, appoint, and finally speak all things by their eyes.
'Twas but for a moment—and yet in that time she crowded the impressions of many an hour; her eye had a glow, like the sun of her clime, which waked every feeling at once into flower!
The eye is the window of the soul; the intellect and will are seen in it.—The animals look for man's intentions right into his eyes.—Even a rat, when you hunt and bring him to bay, looks you in the eye.
The eyes are the pioneers that first announce the soft tale of love.
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.
Eyes will not see when the heart wishes them to be blind.—Desire conceals truth, as darkness does the earth.
Where is any author in the world teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?
The eyes of women are Promethean fires.
Faster than his tongue did make offence, his eye did heal it up.
A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind.
Language is slow; the mastery of wants doth teach it to the infant, drop by drop, as brooklets gather.—Yet there is a love, simple and sure, that asks no discipline of weary years, the language of the soul, told through the eye.—The stammering lip oft mars the perfect thought; but the heart's lightning hath no obstacle—Quick glances, like the thrilling wires, transfuse the telegraphic look.
The dearest things in the world are our neighbor's eyes; they cost everybody more than anything else in housekeeping.
Her eyes are homes of silent prayer.
The eye speaks with an eloquence and truthfulness surpassing speech.—It is the window out of which the winged thoughts often fly unwittingly.—It is the tiny magic mirror on whose crystal surface the moods of feeling fitfully play, like the sunlight and shadow on a quiet stream.
The eye observes only what the mind, the heart, the imagination are gifted to see; and sight must be reinforced by insight before souls can be discerned as well as manners; ideas as well as objects; realities and relations as well as appearances and accidental connections.