I never saw a man who looked with such a wistful eye upon that little tent of blue which prisoners call the sky.
— Oscar Wilde blue eyed quote
But my deepest and most secret love belongs to the fair-haired and the blue-eyed, the bright children of life, the happy, the charming and the ordinary.
— Thomas Mann
It suddenly struck me that that tiny pea, pretty and blue, was the Earth. I put up my thumb and shut one eye, and my thumb blotted out the planet Earth. I didn't feel like a giant. I felt very, very small.
— Neil Armstrong
I don't know what my appeal is. I can see I've got blue eyes and don't look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame but I can't understand the fuss.
— blue eyed quotation by Rutger Hauer
A cup of coffee - real coffee - home-browned, home ground, home made, that comes to you dark as a hazel-eye, but changes to a golden bronze as you temper it with cream that never cheated, but was real cream from its birth, thick, tenderly yellow, perfectly sweet, neither lumpy nor frothing on the Java: such a cup of coffee is a match for twenty blue devils and will exorcise them all.
Lifestyles and sex roles are passed from parents to children as inexorably as blue eyes or small feet.
I'm insecure about everything, because.
.. I'm never going to look in the mirror and see this blond, blue-eyed girl. That is my idea of what I'd like to look like.
If you eyes are opened, you'll see the things worth seeing.
At about the age of seven ... I wrote exactly the kinds of stories I was reading: All my characters were white and blue-eyed, they played in the snow, they ate apples, and they talked a lot about the weather: how lovely it was that the sun had come out. This despite the fact that I lived in Nigeria; we didn't have snow, we ate mangoes, and we never talked about the weather, because there was no need to.
That's the really neat thing about Dan Quayle, as you must have realized from the first moment you looked into those lovely blue eyes: impeachment insurance.
My dream date is a tall, dark, handsome, blue eyed man with a bubble butt who will whisk me away to Paris in a hot air balloon to wine me, dine me and.
For beautiful eye look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
Tall, sandy blonde, with sort of blue eyes, skinny in places, fat in others. An average gal.
There are a lot of female artists my age around at the moment, but they're all American and blonde and blue-eyed and smiley. I'm totally the opposite of that. I want to show a bit more attitude and I have an opinion.
And, for an instant, she stared directly into those soft blue eyes and knew, with an instinctive mammalian certainty, that the exceedingly rich were no longer even remotely human.
A strong woman looks a challenge dead in the eye and gives it a wink.
The little windflower, whose just opened eye is blue as the spring heaven it gazes at.
People thought me a bit strange at first;
a blond haired, blue-eyed Norwegian who sang Mexican folk songs, but I used it to my advantage and got a job. And so the music became my ticket to education.
My big sister Melissa, is such a stud and my little sister Suzanna, has always had a perfect body and big blue eyes. We were a force.
One day you life will flash before your eyes, make sure it's worth watching.
Son, you can't go around painting yourself black, you hear?
Why not, Papa?
Because they'll take you away.
Because you shouldn't want to be like black people or Jewish people or anyone who is...not us.
Who are Jewish people?
You know my oldest customer, Mr. Kaufmann? Where we bought your shoes?
Well, he's Jewish.
I didn't know that. Do you have to pay to be Jewish? Do you need a license?
...you've got beautiful blond hair and big safe blue eyes. You should be happy with that; is that clear?
My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time;
they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up.
I will describe my eyes and then begin the story.
My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.
We live in a wonderful world that is full of beauty, charm and adventure. There is no end to the adventures we can have if only we seek them with our eyes open.
Granted: I AM an inmate of a mental hospital;
my keeper is watching me, he never lets me out of his sight; there's a peep-hole in the door, and my keeper's eye is the shade of brown that can never see through a blue-eyed type like me.
The blue of my eyes is extinguished in this night, the red gold of my heart.
Bugsy Siegel. The mobster with the beautiful blue eyes.
Reading is dreaming with open eyes.
My eyes went blank, and I stared off, and the music started.
It was raining, and the sun was shining at the same time, and there were these big bay windows, and there was the blue in the sky, and the sun on the trees, and it was drizzling.
For me, my 'X' replaced the white slave master name of 'Little' which some blue-eyed devil named Little had imposed on my parental forebears.
I looked on my stomach and saw Frieda Rebecca, white as flour with the cream that covers new babies, funny little dark squiggles of hair plastered over her head, with big, dark-blue eyes.
Always tell someone how you feel, because opportunities are lost in the blink of an eye but regrets can last for a lifetime.
Her blue eyes were still beautiful, but they did not know what was before them, and Mary herself could never look through them again to tell Laura what she was thinking without saying a word.