And as we watched, the Tsar of Death lifted up his eyelids like skirts and began to dance in the streets of Leningrad.
My eyelids are my own private cave, he murmured. That I can go to anytime I want.
I can't sleep. There is a woman stuck between my eyelids. I would tell her to get out if I could. But there is a woman stuck in my throat
Sweet sleep fell upon his eyelids, unwakeful, most pleasant, the nearest like death.
The weight that hangs upon our eyelids - is of lead.
History could hover, like a faint perfume or a memory stamped on the back of one's eyelids.
I’ll try to be around and about. But if I’m not, then you know that I’m behind your eyelids, and I’ll meet you there
The instant that the blade tore open his flesh, the bright disk of the sun soared up and exploded behind his eyelids.
I will act now. I will act now. I will act now.