Windows To The Soul Quotes

Quotes tagged as "windows-to-the-soul" (showing 1-7 of 7)
Anthony Liccione
“When eyes have died in its gaze, know the heart had died in its blaze.”
Anthony Liccione

Han Kang
“IF only one's eyes weren't visible to others, she thinks. If only one could hide one's eyes from the world.”
Han Kang, The Vegetarian

“Sometimes I wish I could be close enough staying far.
Sometimes I wish there were little windows to people's lives. So that I could peep in silently to see what goes inside them, especially their insecurities, their pains, their innermost desires, and may be in some way help them heal, help them achieve, by showering love without being visible, without being part of their life.”
Wordions

“Jinki nazron ki khidkiyon se unki rooh ko jhaakne ki ijaazat ho,
Mohobbat hai mujhe har us shaks se.
Aur shayad isilye khudse mujhe ishq hai..”
Henna Sohail

“Uski Aankhen

masoom bache si muskurati,
kabhi shararti si apni hi dhun mein gunn gunati.

kisi ke ishq mein sitaron si chamakti,
toh kabhi dard se bhar kar khoob chalakti.

chup chaap khoi si, har pal jaise kuch dhoondti,
lafzon se parda karti, phir bhi sab kuch bolti.

aaine sa sacha bayaan hai,
yeh aankhein uski rooh ki zaabaan hai”
Henna Sohail

K.O. Bailey
“Eyes were windows to the soul, Deon believed, but they also allowed you to get a sense of the soul that resided in another person, a thing, a place.”
K.O. Bailey, Save Them All

“Opia. So much can be said in a glance. Such ambiguous intensity, both invasive and vulnerable—glittering black, bottomless and opaque. The eye is a keyhole, through which the world pours in and a world spills out. And for a few seconds, you can peek through into a vault, that contains everything they are. But whether the eyes are the windows of the soul or the doors of perception, it doesn't matter: you're still standing on the outside of the house. Eye contact isn't really contact at all. It's only ever a glance, a near miss, that you can only feel as it slips past you.

There’s so much we keep in the back room. We offer up a sample of who we are, of what we think people want us to be. But so rarely do we stop to look inside, and let our eyes adjust, and see what's really there. Because you too are peering out from behind your own door. You put yourself out there, trying to decide how much of the world to let in. It's all too easy for others to size you up, and carry on their way. They can see you more clearly than you ever could. And yours is the only vault you can't see into, that you can't size up in an instant.

So we're all just exchanging glances, trying to tell each other who we are, trying to catch a glimpse of ourselves, feeling around in the darkness.”
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows