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“He looked upwards at the brilliant blue sky. It was high noon because the sun was right overhead. The clouds danced around slowly, while drifting across the sky. He closed his eyes and felt the warmth of the sun glowing orange on his eyelids. It was a wonderful feeling.”
― Jason Medina, A Ghost In New Orleans

“Into the sea I鈥檇 love to sink
When with both eyes a shark can blink
Is he a brave fish or a marine man?
Through those closed eyelids my heart will he scan?”
― Munia Khan

“Here he was now, stuck in the labyrinth of his mind, a labyrinth of demolished roses,
staring at the cosmos between his eyelids and feeling the star spots on his skin.”
― Grace Curley, The Light that Binds Us

“I used to find my mother as bright as a flower,
a moon smiled, always
from the threshold of her eyelids, that
fluttered like a feather.”
― Geeta Tripathee

“Who closes eyes to dictatorships kneels his eyelids. (Qui ferme les yeux aux dictatures - Agenouille en fait les 辫补耻辫颈猫谤别蝉.)”
― Charles de Leusse

“The tears creat havoc which stays on the eyelid .”
― Kishore Bansal

“Wait-a-minute!
Reality kicked in after marking its spot `position vacant鈥� for the short and pleasant while. He groaned mournfully as he found himself staring at the inside of his own eyelids. The first thing that occurred to him was the terrible bone-wracking pain running up and down his spine. Pain? No, curiously enough. It was the memory of it that seemed to hurt so much. Maybe that鈥檚 what scared him. Or maybe it was the creaking of the ship around him鈥�”
― Christina Engela, Blachart

“Watoto hupenda vitu vinavyong鈥檃a ambavyo havijatulia na vilivyopangiliwa vizuri. Hivyo ndivyo macho ya binadamu yalivyo: yana unyevu na yanaakisi mwanga, hayajatulia, na yana rangi kadha wa kadha ikiwa ni pamoja na kope na vigubiko vya macho ambavyo pia hazijatulia. Mtoto mchanga hasa yule anayeona vizuri huangalia macho pale anapopata nafasi, kwa maana ya kuyashangaa. Vilevile, huangalia macho kwa maana ya kupokea molekuli ya maadili au homoni inayorahisisha maisha kutoka kwa mama yake iitwayo 鈥榦xytocin鈥�. 鈥極xytocin鈥� husisimua ubongo wake na kuutayarisha kupokea neno lolote litakalosemwa na mama yake mzazi au mama yake mlezi.”
― Enock Maregesi

“A little humpbacked man with a waxen face, his cadaverous skin covered in black blotches, crossed himself and kissed the black fingertips of his emaciated hand, while a group of nodding bishops dressed in red, wiping the sweat from their chins with kerchiefs embroidered with yellow mitres, walked past him through Saint Peter's Square. His eyelids and eyelashes were painted black with mascara, his eyes were yellowish and blood-spotted, his sparse hair was dyed black, his moustache flecked with gray. Wheezing, he pulled his mouth open and closed and grasped his throat with a hand covered in golden rings.”
― Josef Winkler, Natura morta