A graceful arch of brows above great eyes;
Lips bathed in darting, smiling light that flies
Reflected from white teeth; a mouth as red
As red karkandhu-fruit; love’s brightness shed
O’er all her face in bursts of liquid charm—
The picture speaks, with living beauty warm.

The learned are said to have seeing eyes;
The unlearned have only two sores on their faces.

In the end all books are written for your friends. The problem after writing One Hundred Years of Solitude was that now I no longer know whom of the millions of readers I am writing for; this upsets and inhibits me. It's like a million eyes are looking at you and you don't really know what they think.

Junko Kitanishi (All-Star Battle, Eyes of Heaven)

Guan Yu quickly mounted, turned down his mighty weapon, and galloped down the hill, his phoenix eyes rounded, and his silkworm eyebrows fiercely bristling. He dashed straight into the enemy's array, and the northern soldiers opened like falling waves and dissolving storms. He made directly for the commander.

Uzo Aduba - Suzanne "Crazy Eyes" Warren

Mr. Ai, we’ve seen the same events with different eyes; I wrongly thought they’d seem the same to us.

Yūki Kaji (All Star Battle, Eyes of Heaven)

Joji Nakata (Eyes of Heaven)

Tōru Ōkawa (All Star Battle, Eyes of Heaven)

I am ashamed of the polished words,
so I hide them
throwing rough and crude notes
like the Rondanini Pietà
still raw with matter
on the lines of crystal
like the soul that sparkles in one’s eyes.
...

Katsu! / On the death bed - Katsu!
Let he who has eyes see!
Katsu! Katsu! Katsu!
And once again, Katsu!
Katsu!

Shin'ichiro Miki (All Star Battle, Eyes of Heaven)

My song can make you cry, take you by surprise
At the same time, can make your dry your eyes with the same rhyme
See what you're seeing is a genius at work
Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first

I set my eyes on the green mountain, and let my hair grow white.
Who knows how many years I have left to live in this world?
From now till the end of my life, there are only days of leisure.

With the troubled eyes of a youth
I envied
Birds flying—
Flying they sang.