In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats.— English Proverbs
Sublime Cat Eye quotations
When the tea is brought at five o'clock And all the neat curtains are drawn with care, The little black cat with bright green eyes Is suddenly purring there.
In a cat's eye, all things belong to cats.
We Jews have put issue upon issue to the American people.
Then we promote both sides of the issue as confusion reigns. With their eye's fixed on the issues, they fail to see who is behind every scene. We Jews toy with the American public as a cat toys with a mouse.
Keep your eyes open, Fireheart. Keep your ears pricked. Keep looking behind you. Because one day I'll find you, and then you'll be crowfood.
We are becoming like cats, slyly parasitic, enjoying an indifferent domesticity.
Nice and snug in the social, our historic passions have withdrawn into the glow of an artificial coziness, and our half-closed eyes now seek little other than the peaceful parade of television pictures.
Cats always seem so very wise, when staring with their half-closed eyes.
Can they be thinking, I'll be nice, and maybe she will feed me twice?
To assume a cat's asleep is a grave mistake. He can close his eyes and keep both his ears awake.
I'm a fighter. I believe in the eye-for-an-eye business. I'm no cheek turner. I got no respect for a man who won't hit back. You kill my dog, you better hide your cat.
Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes!
Always remember, a cat looks down on man, a dog looks up to man, but a pig will look man right in the eye and see his equal.
Happy as a clam, is what my mother says for happy.
I am happy as a clam: hard-shelled, firmly closed.
One cat just leads to another.
Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.
My nan used to look after me in the summer holidays and she had a cat with one eye. It used to walk into walls and tables. I used to think it was hilarious. It was a slapstick cat.
I put contact lenses in my dog's eyes.
They had little pictures of cats on them. Then I took one out and he ran around in circles.
I love eye makeup. I really like doing a cat eye, playing with liquid liners and different colors of liners, like emerald and deep blues, combining them with black.
Cat's eyes seem a bridge to a world beyond the one we know.
A garden without cats, it will be generally agreed, can scarcely deserve to be called a garden at all...much of the magic of the heather beds would vanish if, as we bent over them, there was no chance that we might hear a faint rustle among the blossoms, and find ourselves staring into a pair of sleepy green eyes.
Forgiving men is so much easier than forgiving women.
Like cats' eyes gleaming in the gloom, the precious diamonds rest.
Curiosity killed the cat,” Fesgao remarked, his dark eyes unreadable.
Aly rolled her eyes. Why did everyone say that to her? “People always forget the rest of the saying,” she complained. “‘And satisfaction brought it back.
Like a one eyed cat peepin' in a seafood store.
A lover's a liar, To himself he lies, The truthful are loveless, Like oysters their eyes!
Cats are the lap-dancers of the animal world.
Soon as you stop shelling out, they move on, find another lap. They're furry little sociopaths. Pretty and slick -- in love with themselves. When's the last time you saw a seeing-eye cat?
When I was into The Beatles, I cut my hair into a Beatle haircut, which looked so ridiculously stupid with my little cat-eye glasses that I wore.
One reason why my memory decays is that I have three cats, all so loving and insistent that they play cat's-cradle with every train of thought. They drove me distracted while I was having influenza, gazing at me with large eyes and saying: O Sylvia, you are so ill, you'll soon be dead. And who will feed us then? Feed us now!
Round, cat-eye frames, wayfarers, and aviators are my go-tos.
I have at this moment so many fundamental thoughts, so many truly metaphysical things to say, that I suddenly get tired and decide not to write any more, not to think any more, but to allow the fever of speaking to make me sleepy, and with my eyes closed, like a cat, I play with everything I could have said.
Where's Magnus?" he said. AS he looked toward the kitchen, Clary saw a bruise on his jaw, below his ear, about the size of a thumbprint. "Alec!" Magnus came skidding into the living room and blew a kiss to his boyfriend across the room. Having discarded his slippers, he was barefoot now. His cat's eyes shone as he looked at Alec.
Nature breaks through the eyes of the cat.
Cats, for the most part, seem indifferent to human activities that do not revolve around their needs and wants. They all but roll their eyes at the owners who expect their cats to do things for them.
He marvelled at the fact that the cats had two holes cut in their fur at precisely the spot where their eyes were.
Good organization,” said Magnus. “I knew the man who founded it, back in the 1800s. Woolsey Scot. Respectable old werewolf family.” Alec made an ugly sound in the back of his throat. “Did you sleep with him, too?” Magnus’s cat eyes widened. “Alexander!