Peter S. Beagle Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.

  Peter S. Beagle

  Fall, Eye, Night

  Peter S. Beagle (1968). “The Last Unicorn”, Roc

• You pile of stones, you waste, you desolation, I'll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I'll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I'll turn you into a bad poet with dreams.

  Peter S. Beagle

  Dream, Heart, Eye

  Peter S. Beagle (1968). “The Last Unicorn”, Roc

• What happened instead was that the tree fell in love with him and began to murmur fondly of the joy to be found in the eternal embrace of a red oak. "Always, always," it sighed, "faithful beyond any man's deserving. I will keep the color of your eyes when no other in the world remembers your name. There is no immortality but a tree's love.

  Peter S. Beagle

  Eye, Men, Color

  Peter S. Beagle (1968). “The Last Unicorn”, Roc

• The magician was studying her face with his green eyes. "Your face is wet," he said worriedly. "I hope that's spray. If you've become human enough to cry, then no magic in the world — oh, it must be spray. Come with me. It had better be spray.

  Peter S. Beagle

  Eye, Magic In The World, Green

  Peter S. Beagle (2003). “A fine and private place: The last unicorn”

• ...but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes.

  Peter S. Beagle

  Eye, Errors, Forever

  Peter S. Beagle (1968). “The Last Unicorn”, Roc

• The moon was gone, but to the magician's eyes the unicorn was the moon, cold and white and very old, lighting his way to safety, or to madness.

  Peter S. Beagle

  Eye, Moon, White

  Peter S. Beagle (1968). “The Last Unicorn”, Roc

• The Unicorn Sonata... tells us that our true home is often right around the corner, if we'd only open our eyes - and our ears - to find it.

  Peter S. Beagle

  Home, Eye, Ears

  "The Unicorn Sonata". Book by Peter S. Beagle, 1996.

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