Toni Morrison Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• When a child walks in the room, your child or anybody else’s child, do your eyes light up? That’s what they’re looking for.

  Toni Morrison

  Children, Eye, Light

• A little black girl yearns for the blue eyes of a little white girl, and the horror at the heart of her yearning is exceeded only by the evil of fulfillment

  Toni Morrison

  Girl, Eye, Heart

  Toni Morrison (2014). “The Bluest Eye”, p.160, Random House

• Life that crawled, life that slunk and crept and never closed its eyes. Life that burrowed and scurried, and life so still it was indistinguishable from the ivy stems on which it lay. Birth, life, and death - each took place on the hidden side of a leaf.

  Toni Morrison

  Inspirational Life, Eye, Birth Life And Death

• If he looked into her face, he would see those haunted, loving eyes. The hauntedness would irritate him - the love would move him to fury. How dare she love him? Hadn't she any sense at all? What was he supposed to do about that? Return it? How? What could his calloused hands produce to make her smile? What of his knowledge of the world and of life could be useful to her? What could his heavy arms and befuddled brain accomplish that would earn him his own respect, that would in turn allow him to accept her love?

  Toni Morrison

  Moving, Eye, Loving Life

• Pain. I seem to have an affection, a kind of sweettooth for it. Bolts of lightning, little rivulets of thunder. And I the eye of the storm.

  Toni Morrison

  Pain, Eye, Storm

  FaceBook post by Toni Morrison from Nov 27, 2011

• Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love a free man is never safe. There is no gift for the beloved. the lover alone possesses his gift of love. The loved one is shorn, neutralized, frozen in the glance of the lover’s inward eyes.

  Toni Morrison

  Stupid, Eye, Love Is

  FaceBook post by Toni Morrison from Feb 23, 2015

• Sunk in the grass of an empty lot on a spring Saturday, I split the stems of milkweed and thought about ants and peach pits and death and where the world went when I closed my eyes.

  Toni Morrison

  Spring, Eye, Pits

• You looked at me then like you knew me, and I thought it really was Eden, and I couldn't take your eyes in because I was loving the hoof marks on your cheeks.

  Toni Morrison

  Eye, Eden, Love At First Sight

  Toni Morrison (1992). “Jazz”, Alfred a Knopf Inc

• They had stared at her with great uncomprehending eyes. Eyes that questioned nothing and asked everything. Unblinking and unabashed, they stared up at her. The end of the world lay in their eyes, and the beginning, and all the waste in bewteen.

  Toni Morrison

  Eye, World, Waste

  Toni Morrison (2017). “Race: Vintage Minis”, p.41, Random House

• Only her tight, tight eyes were left. They were always left...They were everything. Everything was there, in them...Thrown, in this way, into the binding conviction that only a miracle could relieve her, she would never know her beauty. She would see only what there was to see: the eyes of other people.

  Toni Morrison

  Eye, People, Miracle

• All the books that were being published by African-American guys were saying 'screw whitey', or some variation of that. Not the scholars but the pop books. And the other thing they said was, 'You have to confront the oppressor.' I understand that. But you don't have to look at the world through his eyes. I'm not a stereotype; I'm not somebody else's version of who I am. And so when people said at that time black is beautiful – yeah? Of course. Who said it wasn't? So I was trying to say, in The Bluest Eye, wait a minute. Guys. There was a time when black wasn't beautiful. And you hurt.

  Toni Morrison

  Beautiful, Hurt, Book

  "Toni Morrison: 'I want to feel what I feel. Even if it's not happiness'". Interview With Emma Brockes, www.theguardian.com. April 13, 2012.

• My daddy's face is a study. Winter moves into it and presides there. His eyes become a cliff of snow threatening to avalanche, his eyebrows bend like black limbs of leafless trees. His skin takes on the pale cheerless yellow of winter sun; for a jaw he has the edges of a snowbound field dotted with stubble; his high forehead is the frozen sweep of the Erie.

  Toni Morrison

  Moving, Eye, Winter

  Toni Morrison (2014). “The Bluest Eye”, p.45, Random House

• Love it, love it and the beat and beating heart, love that too. More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air. More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts, hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.

  Toni Morrison

  Love You, Eye, Heart

  Toni Morrison (2017). “The Origin of Others”, p.85, Harvard University Press

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