"Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes) Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire Until she spoke, then through its soft disguise Flash'd an expression more of pride than ire, And love than either; and there would arise, A something in them which was not desire, But would have been, perhaps, but for the soul, Which struggled through and chasten'd down the whole."

"The Chinese say that we Europeans have one eye, they themselves two, all the world else is blinde."

"The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of millions of vibrations have penetrated the eye before the eye can distinguish the tints of a violet."

"The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies With the dying sun."

"Dark eyes adventure bring; the blue serene Do promise Paradise: and yours are green."

"There are whole veins of diamonds in thine eyes, Might furnish crowns for all the Queens of earth."

"I saw the eye crying so I asked her so when the crying water is a friend and she said “No Ali Habib, and she said,“ No I will answer me."

"His eyes were the same colour as the sea in a postcard someone sends you when they love you, but not enough to stay."

"When pain brings you down, don't be silly, don't close your eyes and cry, you just might be in the best position to see the sun shine."

"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead his eyes are closed."

"Parean l'occhiaje anella senza gemme."

"Not in mine eyes alone is Paradise."

"A gray eye is a sly eye, And roguish is a brown one; Turn full upon me thy eye,— Ah, how its wavelets drown one! A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, Which flashes like a spark-sun! A black eye is the best one."

"In her eyes a thought Grew sweet and sweeter, deepening like the dawn— A mystical forewarning!"

"The eye comes into existence first when man comes into existence."

"The dream too thinks twice, gets filtered to go soft to be seated on children's eyes."

"Eyes that obstruct the road can be removed but what happens when hearts block the passage?"

"I know you'll speak no truth at this time. I've to be guided solely by your silence, your eyes and the inaudible appeals of your heart."

"The intensity in Paras's eye, burns my pen as I write"

"Which eyes should I look for, to find the ultimate unreasoned answer?"

"When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless."

"Those true eyes Too pure and too honest in aught to disguise The sweet soul shining through them."

"The devil hath not, in all his quiver's choice, An arrow for the heart like a sweet voice."

"Her voice was ever soft, Gentle and low, an excellent thing in woman."

"I thank you for your voices: thank you: Your most sweet voices."

"The Buddha preaches the Law with a single voice, but each living being understands it in his own way."

"...the works of artists in clay, marble, and iron, and on canvas are enduring, and eagerly sought for. But the most wonderful of all, the power of the human voice, goes to the winds and is lost forever."

"The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear."

"She has the sort of voice that looks as good when it gets up in the morning as it does when heard under ideal conditions."

"If there was a lot of emotion in my voice today, it's because we've all been waiting for this day for a long time. It felt so great, … the people at this company are doing the best work of their lives, the best work that Apple has ever done."

"His voice no touch of harmony admits, Irregularly deep, and shrill by fits. The two extremes appear like man and wife Coupled together for the sake of strife."

"Two voices are there; one is of the sea, One of the mountains: each a mighty Voice."

"And rolling far along the gloomy shores The voice of days of old and days to be."

"Vox nihil aliud quam ictus aer."

"A sweet voice, a little indistinct and muffled, which caresses and does not thrill; an utterance which glides on without emphasis, and lays stress only on what is deeply felt."

"Her voice was like the voice the stars Had when they sang together."

"A Locanian having plucked all the feathers off from a nightingale and seeing what a little body it had, "surely," quoth he, "thou art all voice and nothing else." (Vox et præterea nihil)."

"How sweetly sounds the voice of a good woman! It is so seldom heard that, when it speaks, It ravishes all senses."

"Her silver voice Is the rich music of a summer bird, Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence."

"Thy voice Is a celestial melody."

"Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches The innermost recesses of my spirit!"

"The voice so sweet, the words so fair, As some soft chime had stroked the air; And though the sound had parted thence, Still left an echo in the sense."

"He ceased: but left so charming on their ear His voice, that listening still they seemed to hear."

"Her voice changed like a bird's: There grew more of the music, and less of the words."

"The voice of one crying out in the desert."