There's smoke in my iris, but I painted a sunny day on the insides of my eyelids — Aesop Rock Copy Share Image
Imagine someone pointing to a place in the iris of a Rembrandt eye and saying, 'The walls of my room should be… — Ludwig Wittgenstein Copy Share Image
Iris Murdoch did influence my early novels very much, and influence is never entirely good. — A. N. Wilson Copy Share Image
[Iris] squeezed his hand. "Don't lose hope, Frank. Rainbows always stand for hope. — Rick Riordan Copy Share Image
In the Spring a livelier iris changes on the burnish'd dove; In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts… — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Donde termina el arco iris, en tu alma o en el horizonte? Where does the rainbow end, in your soul or on… — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began; looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where… — MaryJanice Davidson Copy Share Image
The white light of truth, in traversing the many sided transparent soul of the poet, is refracted into iris-hued poetry. — Herbert Spencer Copy Share Image
Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes. — Charles Baudelaire Copy Share Image
In the '80s, I loved the movies of the '70s. Also I remember loving Klute [1971]. I loved Jane Fonda. Actually, I… — Winona Ryder Copy Share Image
“Our irises are galaxies; our pupils are black holes if we allow ourselves to bottle up everything inside us instead of allowing… — Jaclyn Johnston Copy Share Image
Who would deduce the dragonfly from the larva, the iris from the bud, the lawyer from the infant? ...We are all shape-shifters… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
To consider what other people might say is hardly a good reason to take action or to defer it. You have your… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
What in your life is calling you, When all the noise is silenced, The meetings adjourned... The lists laid aside, And the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Wouldn't you be mad if I told you to give up on someone you cared about? Just... hand her over to someone… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
You could slap his wrist for saying it, but then he said it with his face, and you could spank him for… — Jonathan Franzen Copy Share Image
Must you know that yours will be the “better” picture before you pick up the brush and paint? Can it not simply… — Neale Donald Walsch Copy Share Image
The immaterial blue colour shown at Iris Clert's in April had in short made me inhuman, had excluded me from the world… — Yves Klein Copy Share Image
If you do not apologize to Lady Honoria,” Marcus said, his voice so mild as to be terrifying, “I will kill you.”… — Julia Quinn Copy Share Image
And that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death. Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles.… — Patricia Briggs Copy Share Image
Will’s eyes met Tessa’s as she came closer, almost tripping again over the torn hem of her gown. For a moment, they… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Thanksgiving. It proved you had survived another year with its wars, inflation, unemployment, smog, presidents. It was a grand neurotic gathering of… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I'm for a multi-racial world in which each race keeps to itself, in harmony with the other races. Like in a garden,… — Savitri Devi Copy Share Image
I sometimes used to ask myself, what on earth did I love her for? Maybe fore the warm hazel iris of her… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“The biggest spur to my interest in art came when I played van Gogh in the biographical film Lust For Life. The… — Kirk Douglas Copy Share Image
Now people look at 'The Scream' or Van Gogh's 'Irises' or a Picasso and see its new content: money. Auction houses inherently… — Jerry Saltz Copy Share Image
This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
He took both of my hands, twisting to face me more fully on the flattened box beneath us, and again the colors… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
I played Iris Murdoch, who had not long died, and I felt the responsibility very heavy on my shoulders. — Judi Dench Copy Share Image
Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth with… — John Milton Copy Share Image
[While shooting close-ups] you study real eyes, you study how the light reflects in them, you study the back of the eye,… — Peter Jackson Copy Share Image
Constancy will always be the genius of love, the indication of that strength which constitutes the poet. A man should possess all… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
It doesn't have to be the blue iris, it could be weeds in a vacant lot, or a few small stones; just… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
...that swimming, sloping, elusive something about the dark-bluish tint of the iris which seemed still to retain the shadows it had absorbed… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image