Laurell K. Hamilton Quotes

It's something that's always been there for me, that I have huge blue eyes - it's been something that people have always talked about.

Even with seemingly simple things like eye color, you can't tell from my genetic code whether I have blue eyes or not. So it's naive to think that complex human behaviors, like risk-seeking, are driven by changes in one or two genes.

My blue eyes are my best feature.

I have blue eyes, and before I knew anything about fashion - I'm talking about the second grade - I learned I would get a compliment if I wore a blue shirt.

I like to emphasize my eyes because if I do it well enough, then they look very blue.

When blue-eyed Donald Trump married hazel-eyed Ivana Zelnickova, he probably figured his broad-shouldered DNA would dominate her girly alleles. But genetics played a cruel trick on Trump: Of the couple's three children, only the youngest, Eric, wound up with his father's fishy blue eyes.

I'm fortunate to have blue eyes!

I could be completely mad and sound like David Icke, but I just find people with blue eyes colder, less passionate, and more calculated people.

My eyes will never be blue; my bone structure will never allow for you to mistake me for a Scandinavian model.

Blue eyes wash off sometimes.

Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through.

His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.

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.

The Subject has really blue eyes that twinkle when he looks at someone like she's maybe a little bit insane.

Great murderers, like great men in other walks of activity, have blue eyes.

I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.

Don't it make my brown eyes blue?

You really have to be some kind of a creep for a dog to reject you.

Sophia and Grandmother sat down by the shore to discuss the matter further. It was a pretty day, and the sea was running a long, windless swell. It was on days just like this--dog days--that boats went sailing off all by themselves. Large, alien objects made their way in from sea, certain things sank and others rose, milk soured, and dragonflies danced in desperation. Lizards were not afraid. When the moon came up, red spiders mated on uninhabited skerries, where the rock became an unbroken carpet of tiny, ecstatic spiders.

I wish we had a dog in the show so that I could get to be a dog for a day.

With dogs, you don't need gurus. Dogs are forever in the moment. They are always a tidal wave of feelings, and every feeling is some variant of love.

A dog has no shame. If he can do it, you can watch.

It might be better - more comfortable - to have a dog and two cats. All the love is focused on the cats and the dog. Am I right or wrong here? Have you seen it? At the end of this marriage, comes old age and loneliness.

No game designed to be played with the aid of personal servants by right-handed men who can't even bring along their dogs can be entirely good for the soul.

As we trudge back through the woods, we reach a boulder, and both Gale and I turn our heads in the same direction, like a pair of dogs catching a scent on the wind. Cressida notices and asks what lies that way. We admit, without acknowledging each other, it's our old hunting rendez-vous place. She wants to see it, even after we tell her it's nothing really. Nothing but a place where I was happy, I think.