“Horror jolts me when I look at one of you and see a pair of beautiful eyes that make me think your mind might contain a world that could hold me as the bolts shake loose and fly from my frame.”

“You say it's all in my head
And the things I think just don't make sense
So where you been then? Don't go all coy
Don't turn it round on me like it's my fault
See I can see that look in your eyes
The one that shoots me each and every time.
You grace me with your cold shoulder
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her.
You shower me with words made of knives
Whenever you look at me I wish I was her.”

Adele (singer) (1988) British singer-songwriter

“To me, beauty is looks you can never forget. A face should jolt, not soothe.”

John Waters (1946) American filmmaker, actor, comedian and writer

“What could you give me," I ask, my voice shaking, "to make me forget… that you forgot about me?”

Jodi Picoult (1966) Author

“I act like shit don't faze me
Inside it drives me crazy
My insecurities could eat me alive
But then I see my baby
Suddenly I'm not crazy
It all makes sense when I look into her eyes”

Eminem (1972) American rapper and actor

“You can look me in my eyes and see im ready for whatever
dont kill me makes me better”

T.I. (1980) American rapper, record producer, actor, and businessman from Georgia

“I saw the whole world from your eyes, at least the glimpse you let me see. And what a glimpse you let me see.”

William Fitzsimmons (1978) American musician

“I was writing to my wife when your letter arrived, and now I want to look at her portrait myself, seeing the great beauty it contains. I am such a devoted husband that other beautiful women now do nothing for me.”

Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor (1500–1558) Holy Roman Emperor

“We look into each other's eyes as we shake. His are still full of death and horror, but in them I see my face reflected, and inside my tiny eyes inside his, I think I see some hope.”

Ned Vizzini book It's Kind of a Funny Story

“And sometimes when I am weary,
When the path is thorny and Wild,
I'll look back to the Eyes in the twilight,
Back to the eyes that smiled. And pray that a wreath like a rainbow
May slip from the beautiful past,
And Crown me again with the sweet, strong love
And keep me, and hold me fast.”

Voltairine de Cleyre (1866–1912) American anarchist writer and feminist