"For she had eyes and chose me."
- William Shakespeare
"The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter."
- Marcus Tullius Cicero
"The Artist always has the masters in his eyes."
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of."
- Veronica Roth
"We scarcely know how much of our pleasure and interest in life comes to us through our eyes until we have to do without them; and part of that pleasure is that the eyes can choose where to look. But the ears can't choose where to listen."
- Ursula K. Le Guin
"A man does not try to find out what is inside. He does not try to scratch the surface.
If he did he might find something much more beautiful than the shape of a nose or the color of an eye."
- Hedy Lamarr
"Her long narrow eyes darkened with whatever it was they were beginning to see."
- James Baldwin
"I prefer painting people's eyes to cathedrals, for there is something in the eyes that is not in the cathedral, however solemn and imposing the latter may be — a human soul, be it that of a poor beggar or of a street walker, is more interesting to me."
- Vincent van Gogh
Those dark eyes persistently confront me in my morning mirror
With reflected portraits of content, malcontent, sadness and joy.
Oft I wonder if my mirror on a wall tells lies to me simply for game
Yesterday a spirited teenager and this day an aging elder woman.
Tomorrow perhaps I will see naive bright eyes or narrowed wisdom
But I always see eyes surrounded by ruddy red skin of an Indian.
My morning mirror beckons to look close and takes to whispering
I am a Sixtowns tribal girl with eyes blackened by White Man.
A gentle swipe of soft bath towel those eyes glimmer and change
to something I think I am not but outside of my mirror likely am.
This waspish morning mirror of mine does enjoy a sting of reality
And watching me fret and worry if what I see is truly who I am.
- Okpulot Taha