Quote by Warren Heiti Download Open image ““The iris of your fist constricts.”” — Warren Heiti ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.2 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“the promise implicit in the veiled eyes, the long, flexible mouth, the curiously vital hands.” — Dorothy L. Sayers Copy Share Image
“His irises were pale with a dark ring, gray like his self-designed uniform…” — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“Your eyes are the shade of intelligence, able to pierce a man’s heart with merely a glance. As they have done so to mine.” — Elizabeth Boyle Copy Share Image
“ I like the places where one part meets another , I think, eyes to cheek, wrist to hands .” — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“A thick sapphire halo encased his startling pale blue iris. When I got closer, I noticed a starburst of aqua around his pupil. It… — Christie Rich Copy Share Image
“...who would have known the dark eyes staring into mine would become our children's eyes...?” — John Geddes Copy Share Image
“How many human eyes ... had snatched glimpses of their secret anatomies, down the passage of years?” — Clive Barker Copy Share Image
“I dared fix my eyes one instant toward glory: a black point is settled in my avid eye.” — Joanna McClure Copy Share Image
“And always, in my pocket, in my skin, in the back of my mind, the hollowness where he used to be. The empty circle… — Leah Raeder Copy Share Image
“Let not light see my black and deep desires. They eye wink at the hand, yet let that be which the eye fears, when… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
“you get nothing with a fist that you can’t get in multitudes with your hand open.” — Paul Stanley Copy Share Image
“The sky bruised my eyes with rain's weight and my body was a held breath.” — Warren Heiti Copy Share Image
“The handless clock trying to hold the hour of death, salt in the last mouthful of water. The windows opaque with silence, silence stagnating… — Warren Heiti Copy Share Image
“Mute, I stumble through the dry, verdigris aqueducts of your eye, thinking this prayer, formic acid, ant spit and sandpaper: blink and I will… — Warren Heiti Copy Share Image
“Your voice, an evening in late June, ice losing its edges in a jar of tea.” — Warren Heiti Copy Share Image
“The taste of chalk. The sun lays its copper thumbs on my eyelids. The radio plays the monologue of a dog. What is the… — Warren Heiti Copy Share Image
“I stand there at the corner, known by the equinox and knowing nothing, exposed by the alethic light of those apples, that fearless crocus,… — Warren Heiti Copy Share Image
“The mind is moored to others; the wasps orbit on little tethers of light.” — Warren Heiti Copy Share Image
“You are not a god, though you are hostile as a god, inhospitable and anonymous as a metropolis, your grey and single- minded industry… — Warren Heiti Copy Share Image
