Jim Butcher Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• What is the point of having free will if one cannot occasionally spit in the eye of destiny?

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  Eye, Destiny, Choices

  Jim Butcher (2006). “Dead Beat: A Novel of The Dresden Files”, p.174, Penguin

• The cold rain came down in buckets. I was shaking, shivering, and naked, and more soap was getting into my eyes. But hey. At least I was clean.

  Jim Butcher

  Rain, Eye, Buckets

  Jim Butcher (2000). “Storm Front: Book one of The Dresden Files”, p.164, Penguin Group

• We are not going to die." Butters stared up at me, pale, his eyes terrified. "We're not?" No. And do you know why?" He shook his head. "Because Thomas is too pretty to die. And because I'm too stubborn to die." I hauled on the shirt even harder. "And most of all because tomorrow is Oktoberfest, Butters, and polka will never die.

  Jim Butcher

  Motivational, Eye, Stubborn

  Jim Butcher (2010). “Dead Beat: The Dresden Files, Book Seven”, p.270, Hachette UK

• As in 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff'?" The skull howled with laughter. "You just got your ass handed to you by a nursery tale?""I wouldn't say they handed me my ass," I said.Bob was nearly strangling on his laughter, and given that he had no lungs it seemed gratuitous somehow. "That's because you can't see yourself," he choked out. "Your nose is all swollen up and you've got two black eyes. You look like a raccoon. Holding a dislocated ass.

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  Laughter, Eye, Two

  Jim Butcher (2009). “Small Favor: A Novel of the Dresden Files”, p.31, Penguin

• Harry," Bob drawled, his eye lights flickering smugly, "what you know about women, I could juggle.

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  Women, Eye, Light

  Jim Butcher (2010). “The Dresden Files Collection 1-6”, p.50, Penguin

• Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.

  Jim Butcher

  Women, Eye, Yellow

• Oh," the girl said, shaking her head. "Don't be so simple. People adore monsters. They fill their songs and stories with them. They define themselves in relation to them. You know what a monster is, young shade? Power. Power and choice. Monsters make choices. Monsters shape the world. Monsters force us to become stronger, smarter, better. They sift the weak from the strong and provide a forge for the steeling of souls. Even as we curse monsters, we admire them. Seek to become them, in some ways." Her eyes became distant. "There are far, far worse things to be than a monster.

  Jim Butcher

  Girl, Song, Strong

• Sometimes I forget how much I like riding the bike." Most chicks do," I said. "Roar of the engine and so on." Murphy's blue eyes glittered with annoyance and anticipation. "Pig. You really enjoy dropping all women together in the same demographic, don't you?" It's not my fault all women like motorcycles, Murph. They're basically huge vibrators. With wheels.

  Jim Butcher

  Eye, Pigs, Blue

  Jim Butcher (2004). “Blood Rites: Book six of The Dresden Files”, p.152, Penguin

• Just remember that you're on my list, Marcone. Soon as I get done with all the other evils in this town, you won't be the lesser of them anymore." Marcone stared at me with half-lidded eyes and said, "Eek.

  Jim Butcher

  Eye, Evil, Done

• All right. Tell me what I'm looking at." From the improvised Rolling Stones T-shirt bag tied to my sash, Bob the Skull said, in his most caustic voice, "A giant pair of cartoon lips." I muttered a curse and fumbled with the shirt until one of the skull's glowing orange eye sockets was visible. A big goofy magic nerd!" Bob said.

  Jim Butcher

  Eye, Glowing, Voice

• ...The next time I opened my eyes, I was in the morgue. This, all by itself, is enough to really ruin your day. I was lying on the examining table, and Butters, complete with his surgical gown and his tray of autopsy instruments, stood over me. 'I'm not dead!' I sputtered. 'I'm not dead!' - Harry Dresden, Death Masks, Jim Butcher

  Jim Butcher

  Lying, Eye, Gowns

  Jim Butcher (2003). “Death Masks: Book five of The Dresden Files”, p.359, Penguin Group

• I was seducing shepherdesses when you weren't a twinkle in your great-grandcestor's eyes. I think I know what I'm doing.

  Jim Butcher

  Eye, Thinking, Seducing

  Jim Butcher (2000). “Storm Front: Book one of The Dresden Files”, p.93, Penguin Group

• Science, the largest religion of the twentieth century, had become tarnished by images of exploding space shuttles, crack babies, and a generation of complacent Americans who allowed the television to raise their children. People were looking for something - I think they just didn't know what. And even though they were once again starting to open their eyes to the world of magic and the arcane that had been with them all the while, they still thought I must be some kind of joke.

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  Baby, Children, Eye

  Jim Butcher (2010). “The Dresden Files Collection 1-6”, p.14, Penguin

• Those who deal in magic learn to see the world in a slightly differnt light than everybody else.you gain a perspective you had considered before. A way of thinking that would never have occurred to you with out exposure to the things a wizard sees and hears.When you look in to some ones eyes you see them in that other light and for just a second they see you in the same way.

  Jim Butcher

  Eye, Thinking, Light

• Wait. You don't understand. I just wanted it to stop. Wanted the hurting to stop." I smoothed a bloodied lock of hair from her eyes and felt very tired as I said, "The only people who never hurt are dead." The light died out of her eyes, her breath slowing. She whispered, barely audible, "I don't understand." I answered, "I don't either." A tear slid from her eye and mixed with the blood. Then she died.

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  Hurt, Tired, Eye

  Jim Butcher (2002). “Summer Knight: Book four of The Dresden Files”, p.358, Penguin

• Bob, would you be willing to take on Evil Bob?" Bob's eyes darted nervously. "I'd . . . prefer not to. I'd really, really prefer not to. You have no idea. That me was crazy. And buff. He worked out.

  Jim Butcher

  Crazy, Eye, Ideas

• You must be Warden Ramirez." This is the part where I got nervous. Ramirez loved women. Ramirez never shut up about women. Well, he never shut up about anything in general, but he'd go on and on about various conquests and feats of sexual athleticism and— "A virgin?" Lara blurted. Lara blurted. She turned her head to me, grey eyes several shades paler than they had been, and very wide. "Really, Harry, I'm not sure what to say. Is he a present?

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  Eye, Goes On, Shade

  Jim Butcher (2010). “The Dresden Files Collection 7-12”, p.1726, Penguin

• I mean it," I said. "You're in danger." "Relax, Harry. I'm not letting anyone lick me, and I'm not looking anyone in the eyes. It's kind of like visiting New York.

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  New York, Mean, Eye

  Jim Butcher (2010). “The Dresden Files Collection 1-6”, p.844, Penguin

• He had hard, steady eyes, and all the comforting, reassuring charm of a dental drill. - Harry Dresden describing Morgan

  Jim Butcher

  Eye, Comforting, Dental

• Karrin smiled faintly and shook her head. "He always said you knew ghosts. You're sure it was really him?" Mort eyed her. "Me and everyone else, yeah." Karrin scowled and stared into the middle distance. Mort frowned and then his expression softened. "You didn't want it to be his ghost. Did you?" Murphy shook her head slowly, but said nothing. "You needed everyone to be wrong about it. Because if it really was his ghost," Mort said, "it means that he really is dead." Murphy's face...just crumpled. Her eyes overflowed and she bowed her head. Her body shook in silence.

  Jim Butcher

  Distance, Mean, Eye

  Jim Butcher (2011). “Ghost Story: A Novel of the Dresden Files”, p.415, Penguin

• The door burst open. Murphy came through it, her eyes living flames of azure blue, her hair a golden coronet around her. She held a blazing sword in her hand and she shone so bright and beautiful and terrifying in her anger that it was hard to see. The Sight, I realized, dimly. I was seeing her for who she was.

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  Beautiful, Eye, Hair

  Jim Butcher (2010). “The Dresden Files Collection 1-6”, p.733, Penguin

• Ah. Medieval-style ransom.” Toot looked confused. “He did run some, but I stopped him, my lord. Like, just now. In front of you. Right over there.” There were several conspicuous sounds behind me, the loudest from my apprentice, and I turned to eye everyone else. They were all either covering smiles or holding them back— poorly. “Hey, peanut gallery,” I said. “This isn’t as easy as I’m making it look.” “You’re doing fine,” Karrin said, her eyes twinkling. I sighed. “Come on, Toot,” I said, and walked over to Hook.

  Jim Butcher

  Running, Confused, Eye

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