How was it she had never noticed before that his agate eyes were equipped with lids, like those of a man? Was it because she had only looked at her own face, reflected there?

The Courtship of Mr Lyon ~ Angela Carter

The Beast sunk his great head on to his paws.
You will come back to me? It will be lonely here, without you.

The Courtship of Mr Lyon ~ Angela Carter

Although her father had told her of the nature of the one who waited for her, she could not control an instinctual shudder of fear when she saw him, for a lion is a lion and a man is a man and, though lions are more beautiful by far than we are, yet they belong to a different order of beauty and, besides, they have no respect for us: why should they? Yet wild things have a far more rational fear of us than is ours of them, and some kind of sadness in his agate eyes, that looked almost blind, as if sick of sight, moved her heart.

The Courtship of Mr Lyon ~ Angela Carter