“There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.”

“There was something in her higher than what surrounded her. There was in her the glow of the real diamond among glass imitations. This glow shone out in her exquisite, truly enigmatic eyes. The weary, and at the same time passionate, glance of those eyes, encircled by dark rings, impressed one by its perfect sincerity. Everyone looking into those eyes fancied he knew her wholly, and knowing her, could not but love her.”

“The chessboard was reflected in her eyes.
Eager to beat her, first I looked on her eyes.
I made a Spanish move, an ancient one,
and broken was the red rank of pawns in her light eyes.
Then I lowered my eyes from that chessboard
and Love said, "Oh not her; conquer the king if you can."”

“Her eyes always had a frantic, lost look. He could never cure her eyes of that.”

“She always had that about her, that look of otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.”

“I don't know, I think that the eyes, I like eyes very much.”

“I could scarcely bear to look at her eyes. They promised such intimacies.”

“She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. Ummm, she said, keeping her eyes on me. I don't know.”

“He had that faint sick look in his eyes, as if he wanted to give her something, charity for instance.”

“You don't like the girl. You don't know what color eyes she has, you don't like her.”