Top 93 Wild Eyes Quotes
#1. The most beautiful things cannot be written, unfortunately. Fortunately. We would have to be able to write with our eyes, with wild eyes, with the tears of our eyes, with the frenzy of a gaze, with the skin of our hands.
Helene Cixous
#2. The winds were blowing from west to east, pushing Abby's boat toward the rocks as Abby struggled with the autopilots below. If Wild Eyes reached those islands, she wouldn't run aground, keel in the sand. She would be smashed into pieces.
Abby Sunderland
#3. Wild Eyes was built for speed and I was flying down walls of water twenty and thirty feet high.
Abby Sunderland
#4. She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something.
Charles Bukowski
#5. On June 10, the worst storm in the series swept across the middle of the Indian Ocean and Wild Eyes was directly in its path.
Abby Sunderland
#7. And in thy voice I catch the language of my former heart, and read my former pleasures in the shooting lights of thy wild eyes.
William Wordsworth
#8. She wants a warrior lover with strong hands wild eyes and a poet's heart.
N.R. Hart
#9. If your mother had any idea we were talking about this, she'd skin me alive. I'm not being metaphorical about that. I think she could actually, literally skin me. She gets these wild eyes sometimes. There's Cossack blood in her; I'd bet anything.
Claudia Gray
#10. My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch
The language of my former heart, and read
My former pleasures in the shooting lights
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while
May I behold in thee what I was once ...
William Wordsworth
#11. On October 19, 2009, my sixteenth birthday, Wild Eyes officially became mine! Now it was really happening.
Abby Sunderland
#12. Oh, I don't mean you're handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they're beautiful. They're wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.
Charles Bukowski
#13. Wolf?" she whispered. His eyes brightened, wild and hopeful. Releasing Winter, he strode forward. His tumultuous eyes scooped over her. Devoured her. When
Marissa Meyer
#14. Somewhere in the gray wood by the river is the huntsman and in the brooming corn and in the castellated press of cities. His work lies all wheres and his hounds tire not. I have seen them in a dream, slaverous and wild and their eyes crazed with ravening for souls in this world. Fly them.
Cormac McCarthy
#15. My wild man," I whispered. "My snake charmer."
He closed his eyes and shoved his face in my neck, groaning, "Fuck, Tess."
I turned my head so my lips were at his ear and no lies, no masks, no bullshit, no games, I kept whispering when I told him, "I love you, Brock.
Kristen Ashley
#16. Her eyes are so wild and bright they almost look like stars.
Brenna Yovanoff
#17. Let's do something wild and crazy. Something...different." She licked her lips and he lost all train of thought. She opened her eyes wide and a sinful smile curved her lips. "I have a great idea!" She pressed closer to him and brushed her mouth over his. "Let's get hitched.
Milly Taiden
#18. The odors of perfume were fanned out on the summer air by the whirling vents of the grottoes where the women hid like undersea creatures, under electric cones, their hair curled into wild whorls and peaks, their eyes shrewd and glassy, animal and sly, their mouths painted a neon red.
Ray Bradbury
#19. With the wild nature as ally and teacher we see not through two eyes but through the many eyes of intuition. With intuition we are like the starry night, we gaze at the world through a thousand eyes. The wild woman is fluent in the language of dreams, images, passion, and poetry.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
#20. It is something to have gazed on the constellated white,
felt it running from the eyes and the pores: the salt of love.
It is something to have whispered wild thank-yous
in the only ways we know how.
Bryana Johnson
#21. His eyes are wild, psychotic slits that bat-dance in your soul looking for good things to crush or bad elements to identify with.
Irvine Welsh
#22. As the body rolled to the ground Tarzan of the Apes placed his foot upon the neck of his lifelong enemy and, raising his eyes to the full moon, threw back his fierce young head and voiced the wild and terrible cry of his people.
Edgar Rice Burroughs
#23. For when Philippe, with his snapping eyes and his wild ways, left Savannah forever, he took with him the glow that was in Ellen's heart and left for the bandy-legged little Irishman who married her only a gentle shell.
Margaret Mitchell
#24. Firepaw held the menacing amber gaze for few moments. Warrior and apprentice, for a heartbeat their eyes were locked as enemies.
Erin Hunter
#25. These pearls are orient, but they yield in whiteness to your teeth; the diamonds are brilliant, but they cannot match your eyes; and ever since I have taken up this wild trade, I have made a vow to prefer beauty to wealth.
Walter Scott
#26. Audrey Griffin's eyes were wild, and she had a big smile as usual, and she was shaking a piece of paper at us. Her gray hair was coming out of its ponytail, and she was wearing clogs, and under her down vest you could see the pleats on her jeans bulging out. It was hard not to watch.
Maria Semple
#27. I honestly believe that the doctrine of hell was born in the glittering eyes
of snakes that run in frightful coils watching for their prey. I believe
it was born with the yelping, howling, growling and snarling of wild beasts ...
I despise it, I defy it, and I hate it.
Robert Green Ingersoll
#28. With you, it's different.
I can see the rest of my life before my eyes and that scares me a little. Men don't tame my wild heart but somehow I crossed your path and have never been the same since.
Nikki Rowe
#29. Derek's lips stretched into a smile on their own, driven not by humor but by the instinctual need to bare his teeth as the wild inside glared through his eyes.
Ilona Andrews
#30. A thousand times rather face the wild hordes of the dead sea bottoms than meet the eyes of this beautiful young girl and tell her the thing that I must tell her.
Edgar Rice Burroughs
#31. She saw in his eyes defeat of her wild dreams, her mad desires.
Margaret Mitchell
#32. What the hell?!" Vee shrieked. "Why did you shoot him Rixon?"
"Citizen's arrest," he said. "Well, that, and Patch told me too."
"You can't shoot people just because Patch says to!" Vee said, her eyes wild.
Becca Fitzpatrick
#33. Does this wild errant need fade, like the colour of eyes do?
Sue Woolfe
#34. A wild dissolving bliss
Over my frame he breathed, approaching near,
And bent his eyes of kindling tenderness
Near mine, and on my lips impressed a lingering kiss
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#35. Does not a man physically tremble under the mere look of a wild beast or fellow-man that is stronger than himself? Does not a woman redden all over when she feels her lover's eyes on her? How then should one doubt the mysterious power of one individual over another?
Jane Welsh Carlyle
#36. Everyone likes birds. What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird?
David Attenborough
#37. Heartbroken men are like wild animals, running around with hysteria in their eyes, desperately trying to knock the dents out of their egos.
Jessica Thompson
#38. I have faced Death. I have been caught in the wild weed tangles of Her hair, seen the gleam of her jade eyes. I will go when it is time - no choice! - but now I want life.
Keri Hulme
#39. The center of my world is our love, Blake. Every joy...everything beautiful in my life I have is because of our love."
He closed his eyes, drawing me closer until our foreheads touched. He slowly lifted his, capturing me in a deep, soulful gaze. "You'll always have it.
Meredith Wild
#40. There may be ten million different species on the earth, or a hundred million species. The forest canopy is the earth's secret ocean, and it is inhabited by many living things that don't have names, and are vanishing before they have even been seen by human eyes.
Richard Preston
#41. And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.
Maurice Sendak
#42. Then felt I like like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Like stout Cortes when with eagle eyes
He star'd at the Pacific-and all his men
Look'd at each other with a wild surmise
Silent upon a peak in Darien
John Keats
#43. Hilary peered over her shoulder at Cam, letting her eyes lazily take him in, "See you soon, tiger."
They both watched as the door closed behind her.
Cam made a moaning sound with a wild expression across his face. "She's going to be fun to tame.
Stacey O'Neale
#44. Rude cross lay flat upon the barren earth and on it was bound a man - half-naked, wild of aspect with his corded limbs, glaring eyes and shock of tangled hair. His executioners were Roman soldiers, and with heavy hammers they prepared to pin the victim's hands and feet to the wood with iron spikes.
H.P. Lovecraft
#45. Everything seemed possible, when I looked through they eyes of a child.
And every once in a while; I remember,
I still have the chance to be that wild.
Nikki Rowe
#46. Her hair was long , her foot was light and her eyes were wild. -Keats
John Keats
#47. Her hair was wild, her eyes were flashing, and her tattered underskirts floated around her. She looked like a glorious avenging goddess from some ancient erotic myth.
Gail Carriger
#48. You have a wild-eyed look, my Beth. What do you
see?"
"Don't look at me," she cried, now utterly unhinged.
"Don't look into my eyes when you can see everything in them, and I am not able to look into yours and see anything!
Charlotte Featherstone
#49. But hear thee, Gratiano:
Thou art too wild, too rude, and bold of voice -
Parts that become thee happily enough,
And in such eyes as ours appear no faults,
But where thou art not known, why, there they show
Something too liberal.
William Shakespeare
#50. The gun jammed on the last shot and the baby stood holding the crib rail, eyes wild, bawling.
Louise Erdrich
#51. But do not ask the price I pay,
I must live with my quiet rage
Tame the ghosts in my head
That run wild and wish me dead
Should you shake my ash to the wind
Lord, forget all of my sins
Oh, let me die where I lie
Neath the curse of my lover's eyes.
Mumford & Sons
#52. What she did was to open our eyes to details of country life such as teaching us names of wild flowers and getting us to draw and paint and learn poetry.
Laurie Lee
#53. I went hunting wild
After the wildest beauty in the world
Which lies not calm in eyes, or braided hair
But mocks the steady running of the hour
And if it grieves, grieves richlier than here
Wilfred Owen
#54. She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. With stars in her eyes and veils in her hair, with cyclamen and wild violets.
Virginia Woolf
#55. She knows what's coming, and just that look of surrender in her eyes makes me horny as fuck. Not yet, Marcus. Not yet. Your turn will come soon. I don't know why this depravity turns me on so much. I should be revolted by my own desires, but I'm not. The
Clarissa Wild
#56. There is something more powerful than any army. Something strong enough to topple kings, and even Darklings. Do you know what that thing is?"
I shook my head, inching away from him.
"Faith," he breathed, his black eyes wild. "Faith.
Leigh Bardugo
#57. A camera is wild in just about anybody's hands, therefore one must set limits. But cameras have a life of their own. Cameras care nothing about cults or isms. They are indifferent mechanical eyes, ready to devour anything in sight. They are lenses of the unlimited reproduction.
Robert Smithson
#58. When Daniel Boone goes by at night
The phantom deer arise
And all lost, wild America
Is burning in their eyes.
Stephen Vincent Benet
#59. She had wondered, when he'd looked into her eyes and said that he'd had to learn to make do without mirrors in the Wild Hunt, whose eyes he'd been looking into for all those years. Who'd been his mirror.
Now she knew.
Cassandra Clare
#60. We know fun. Like two weekends ago we stayed up all night watching a documentary marathon on the brain." She rolled her eyes toward Erin. "We're positively wild.
Jenny B. Jones
#61. Then she'd stared at him with those radiant blue eyes and asked him to let her go.
And bugger, bugger, bigger, he'd suddenly imagined he was sodding Sir Galahad.
Anna Campbell
#62. He grabs the swing by the seat and it grinds to a halt. Oz's fingers brush along the skin of my thigh.
My heart stutters. Stupid heart. Stupid short skirt. Stupid deep blue eyes and wild charcoal hair. Stupid, stupid, stupid me for licking my suddenly dry lips.
Katie McGarry
#63. Supposition all our lives shall be stuck full of eyes; For treason is but trusted like the fox, Who, ne'er so tame, so cherished and locked up, Will have a wild trick of his ancestors.
William Shakespeare
#64. There was a wild light in his eyes. Bring your lightnings, Aes Sedai. I will dance with them.
Robert Jordan
#65. Talk to me. Say something, anything," he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal.
"There's nothing to say."
He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. "Why did you kiss me?
Stephanie Witter
#66. For a moment, he rested his hand on the pitchfork, breath ragged. Strands of hair escaped the ponytail and fell over his eyes, making him look wild, untamed. He'd changed so much from that quiet boy. He'd had to, growing up with monsters as playmates.
Megan Shepherd
#67. A common question asked of Mr. Fenn was, "How old is the boy?" to which Mr. Fenn's reply, year after year, was, "He has been somewhere between twelve and thirteen since the day I laid eyes on him.
Christopher Daniel Mechling
#68. I met Anne in the autumn ... Autumn, that wild season when rural men rack orchard trees with sticks and weep with the desire to kiss faraway Demeter's supple breasts - to set lips to her travel-swollen eyes. They seek goddesses, but I desired only Anne.
Roman Payne
#69. You were a little wild around the eyes there," she (Denna) said gently. "I don't think I've ever seen you out of sorts before."
I took another slow breath. I'm out of sorts all the time," I (Kvothe) said. "I just don't show it.
Patrick Rothfuss
#70. But enough of that
here I am. Hineni! How marvelously beautiful it is today. He stopped in the overgrown yard, shut his eyes in the sun, against flashes of crimson, and drew in the odors of catalpa-bells, soil, honeysuckle, wild onions, and herbs.
Saul Bellow
#71. Nature's probably my greatest inspiration. Everything I need is found in nature, it compels me to create and care. If you can't find what you're looking for in wild places or the eyes of wild creatures, it probably doesn't exist.
Todd Michael Cox
#72. Rui bit out something raw and primitive. He raised his head and she saw his animal in his eyes, a rich, wild gold, and then the room spun and she was on the mattress, his big body covering hers...
Rebecca Rivard
#73. She had the wild look of someone who hadn't slept in twenty-four hours, with purplish semicircles underneath both her eyes. Being eighteen was like being made out of rubber and cocaine.
Emma Straub
#74. The rabbit presses back her ears, Turns back her liquid, anguished eyes And crouches low: then with wild spring Spurts from the terror of his oncoming To be choked back, the wire ring Her frantic effort throttling: Piteous brown ball of quivering fears!
D.H. Lawrence
#75. It was never the way she looked
always the way she was
I would have fallen in love with her
with my eyes closed.
Atticus Poetry
#76. Come back, true love! Sweet youth, return!
But time goes on, and will, unheeding,
Though hands will reach, and eyes will yearn,
And the wild days set true hearts bleeding.
Conrad Aiken
#77. She studied his profile, the high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, strong, masculine nose, and full, sensuous mouth, fixing on the last, her insides quivering at the thought of those soft and knowing lips ...
Victoria Vane
#78. How dirty she was, how thin, what a wild look she had! I have never seen a wilder-looking creature. Her eyes were bright. They were like the eyes of a wild animal.
Sherwood Anderson
#79. Her eyes remind me of the Pacific: Raging. Fearless. Restless.
Shannon Mullen
#80. We grew in age - and love - together
Roaming the forest, and the wild;
My breast her shield in wintry weather -
And, when the friendly sunshine smil'd,
And she would mark the opening skies,
I saw no Heaven - but in her eyes.
Edgar Allan Poe
#81. His next words - though there was no way for her to know it - sealed her fate, her eternity, with that man. "I release you." Stunned, she closed her eyes to gather herself. "Pardon? Am I some sort of wild creature that begs to be released?
Rachel Van Dyken
#82. Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with tiny feet, little hands, she dresses well, and is white and dimpled, with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her.
Victor Hugo
#83. Only two were unmarked. Tolya and Tamar led the charge, eyes wild, blades flashing, roaring my name.
Leigh Bardugo
#84. There is nothing more delightful than to scoop up a wild joey in your arms and smell the wind and eucalyptus in the coats of the gentle kangaroo or the deep-earth smell of tiny wallabies. It is wonderful to see the trust in their eyes and the gradual realization that you mean them no harm.
Stella Reid
#85. She had large, questioning eyes that seemed to draw me in and a sense of quiet outrage that simmered just beneath the surface. More than anything, within her features, there was a streak of wild quirkiness that made her dazzlingly attractive.
Jasper Fforde
#86. The silver in his eyes burned. "I want to kill him."
"Me too, but that's not really going to help things."
He flashed me a wild smile. "But it would make us feel better."
"Damn, you've gotten dark. Funny, but dark.
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#87. He looked down at her, the wild reckless passion of the artist in his eyes, daring her to tame him, begging her to try.
Joey W. Hill
#88. Ideas for songs can come from something as simple as a photograph and letting my imagination run wild on an old photograph that I found, or to a film that I have seen or to just most of the time, just daily walking through life and keeping your eyes open.
PJ Harvey
#89. now there is an aura of regret in the eyes of the bird
through the stiffened point of pain it stares at dawn
who will notice in the wild concert
if one bird fails to sing
Phibby Venable
#90. His eyes became wild, searching for reassurance in the faces surrounding him. Instead he saw the opposite - awful affirmation of his fears.
Michael Punke
#91. With throbbing veins and burning skin, eyes wild and heavy, thoughts hurried and disordered, he felt as though the light were a reproach, and shrunk involuntarily from the day as if he were some foul and hideous thing.
Charles Dickens
#92. There are times, Anne dearie, when I know by your eyes that YOUR soberness is put on like a garment and you're really aching to do something wild and young again.
L.M. Montgomery
#93. No amount of energy will take the place of thought. A strenuous life with its eyes shut is a kind of wild insanity.
Henry Van Dyke
