I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids. — Janet Fitch Copy Share Image
I ain't sleeping. I'm just taking a good look at the insides of my eyelids. — Jonathan Raban Copy Share Image
“I'm not tired,I'm just checking my eyelids for holes.It could take a while.” — Suzanne Wright Copy Share Image
I exercise every morning without fail. One eyelid goes up and the other follows. — Pete Postlethwaite Copy Share Image
There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars. — Lucy Christopher Copy Share Image
I fell headfirst into a sinkhole of pretty things, and the world inside your eyelids is just as big as the one… — Brenna Yovanoff Copy Share Image
When she raises her eyelids, it's as if she were taking off all her clothes. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Too often we take notes on writing, we think about writing but never do it. I want you to walk into the… — Natalie Goldberg Copy Share Image
I sometimes close my eyes during a show because I have drawn a picture of an audience enjoying the show more on… — Mitch Hedberg Copy Share Image
O sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frightened thee, 1710. That thou no more will weigh my eyelids… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I have a professional acquaintance whose recent eyelid job has left her with a permanent expression of such poleaxed astonishment that she… — Florence King Copy Share Image
Yes, the Gorgon has dried your tears.' Well, she has opened my eyes too; it's a delusion to say she blinds people.… — Edith Wharton Copy Share Image
The beloved does not drink a single drop of water without seeing His Face in the cup. Allah is He Who flows… — Mansur Al-Hallaj Copy Share Image
My make-up artist, she uses bronzer on the eyelids too. And also a little bit on the forehead to make everything look… — Bar Refaeli Copy Share Image
I can't sleep. There is a woman stuck between my eyelids. I would tell her to get out if I could. But… — Eduardo Galeano Copy Share Image
Why can't I believe? she asked the darkness. Behind her eyelids she saw an animal. It was golden colour, with gentle green… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Light That's how I feel- like the winter-fringed breeze might scoop me up into its wings, fly away with me trapped in… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
In clear weather the laziest may look across the Bay as far as Plymouth at a glance, or over the Atlantic as… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
"Nationwide" featured an amazing collection of apprentice impersonators. From all over Britain, schoolchildren materialised via local studios to give us their imitations… — Clive James Copy Share Image
Well do I remember that dark hot little office in the hospital at Begumpett, with the necessary gleam of light coming in… — Ronald Ross Copy Share Image
Annabeth didn’t want to sleep, but her body betrayed her. Her eyelids turned to lead. “Percy, wake me for second watch. Don’t… — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
I'm a mixture of Anglo-Saxon, a bit of Spanish and one-eighth American. I've often wondered if I have an Asiatic ancestor from… — Olivia Williams Copy Share Image
After one moment of gripped immobility, the queen bent to kiss the king lightly on one closed eyelid, then on the other.… — Megan Whalen Turner Copy Share Image
Is it thy will, thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my slumbers should… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
I sat there beside him till morning - and as I watched his face in the starlight, then the first ray of… — Ayn Rand Copy Share Image
Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it." She dropped her head again… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The moment the door closed behind him, Tessa was in Will's arms, her hands locked about his neck. "Oh, by the Angel,"… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
There are two kinds of visual memory: one when you skillfully recreate an image in the laboratory of your mind, with your… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
The heavy eyelids snapped open. Jack froze. A huge gold-and-amber eye, as big as a dinner plater, stared at him. The dark… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
You'd have thought we planned it," says Peeta, giving me just the hint of a smile. "Didn't you?" asks Portia. Her fingers… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
