His Eyes Are Like Quotes

#1. He doesn't move his face when he talks. His eyes are like shark eyes. Dead.

Carrie Fisher

#2. He smiles at me, and for the first time I notice how blue his eyes are- like, bright-shy blue.

Jennifer Niven

#3. His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.

Julie Anne Peters

#4. perhaps with the guardsman who had such brown eyes, and a mustache that curled up on either side of his nose like two waxed black laces, even as this guardsman, whose name you didn't ask calls out a name in his sleep that is not your name, you are dreaming about the road again. When

Kelly Link

#5. Maybe I'll hurt you," I whisper as my eyes search his. "I'm broken Tucker. I'm hopelessly broken inside, and I'm not sure there are enough pieces in me to put back together. But when I'm with you, I feel like maybe I can actually be whole.

Denise Grover Swank

#6. Winston points at my face. His eyes are a little unfocused, and he has to blink a few times before saying, I like you. It's pretty nice you're not dead.

Tahereh Mafi

#7. Looks like someone had a mood swing." She rolls her eyes. "Like you don't want to
know what his fears are. He acts so tough that he's probably afraid of marshmallows
and really bright sunrises or something.

Veronica Roth

#8. Ah, you're an Irish lass." "As are you." His smile tipped and laughter twinkled in his eyes. "Not a lass, exactly, but Irish-born, for sure." Wasn't that just like a man. Knew exactly what she meant and yet turned her words about. "You know full well I didn't mean you were a lass." "Didn't you now?

Sarah M. Eden

#9. Men think that it is impossible for a human being to love his enemies, for enemies are hardly able to endure the sight of one another. Well, then, shut your eyes
and your enemy looks just like your neighbor.

Soren Kierkegaard

#10. I read somewhere," said Kate, "that people are made of stardust."
He dragged his eyes from the sky. "Really?"
"Maybe that's what you're made of. Just like us."
And despite everything, August smiled.

Victoria Schwab

#11. And I know you thought a lot of him. I realize I'm hardly the perfect substitute, but like I said, the way things are going maybe it's stupid to wait for perfection. Suddenly he was looking directly at her and Cassie saw something in his mahogany eyes she'd never seen before.

L.J.Smith

#12. An ugly man, with a face sharp like a weasel and a habit of running a flickering tongue over his lips before he speaks. But most ugly of all are his eyes: blue, bright blue. When people see them, they flinch. Such things are freakish. He is lucky he was not killed at birth.

Madeline Miller

#13. Before Clary could respond, Jace's eyes slid open. He looked up at the warlock, dazzled and dizzy. "What are you doing here?"
Magnus grinned down at Jace, and his teeth sparkled like sharpened diamonds.
"Hey roommate," he said.
-pg. 128-

Cassandra Clare

#14. Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam,' said Frodo, and he lay back in Sam's gentle arms, closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand. Sam felt that he could sit like that in endless happiness ...

J.R.R. Tolkien

#15. You think he has no will of his own? You are a fool,
Charlotte. Lie with him instead of me!' I laughed at her, and seeing the pain in her eyes, I laughed more.
'I should like to see it, you and your daimon. Lie there and call him to come now.

Anne Rice

#16. Ransom really looked at the other man for the first time, shook his head, stared again."Holy hell, your eyes are like a fucking viper's."
Venom raised an eyebrow."You have hair prettier than one of Astaad's concubines."
Ransom gave the vampire the finger.
Venom grinned.

Nalini Singh

#17. Why are you looking at me? His eyes search mine for several long seconds before he holds contact and whispers, Because I like your face.

Mia Sheridan

#18. Well, Mik doesn't sigh or lean, and his eyes are fully open like something awesome might happen at any time

Laini Taylor

#19. Day leans in toward me. He reaches up to touch my face. I can tell it still hurts him to use his fingers, and his nails are dark with dried blood. "You're brilliant," he says. "But you're a fool to stay wish someone like me."
I close my eyes at the touch of his hand. "Then we're both fools.

Marie Lu

#20. His eyes are the perfect shade of cobalt, blue like a blossoming bruise, clear and deep and decided.

Tahereh Mafi

#21. Miss me?" he asks.
"It hasn't been that long," I remind him.
"I'm sure it's felt like a lifetime," he says, running his eyes down me. "Adelice, you are looking ... malnourished."
"Cormac, you're looking overdressed.

Gennifer Albin

#22. Two eyes meet
two palms touch
caress each other
are taken and made his
sunk into one another
pleasurable love
Good love
like twins
as twins of love and pleasure
pleasure
pleasure
and then what?

Ivonne Yanez Saba

#23. Chance looked up at him, her dark grey eyes out. 'I knew you were gonna be like this.'

'How'd you know?' Reaper said, reaching out and putting his arm around her shoulders.

'I am my father's daughter, ain't I?' said Chance
.
Reaper smiled. 'You sure as hell you are.

Sean Black

#24. Forgetting offences is a sign of sincere repentance. If you keep the memory of them, you may believe you have repented but you are like someone running in his sleep. Let no one consider it a minor defect, this darkness that often clouds the eyes even of spiritual people.

John Climacus

#25. I remember something."
"Yes?"
"You told me once that you were going to break my heart."
He rolls over to face her. "Yes," he says. "I may once have said something like that."
"What happened?"
His beautiful eyes are even more hypnotic up close.
"You broke mine.

Nenia Campbell

#26. What are you doing?" I breathe, pressing tight against the wall.
His eyes drag away from my mouth. Our stares clash like swords on a battlefield.
"I'm taking what I want."
Before I can blink, his mouth claims mine.

Julie Johnson

#27. Lucky for me, all four of his hooves missed my body as they found the ground. I picked my head up, thankful I didn't get stomped, and watched the steer run off along the fence. Mental note: cows are not like horses. Don't let the big brown eyes fool you.

Brittney Joy

#28. A chill swept over me. "I feel like you are saying good-bye for good."
His eyes bore into mine with a surprising intensity. "No, I'll never say that word to you.

Ashlan Thomas

#29. What are you doing?" I whisper. "Well, you were looking at me like you wanted me to kiss you." His blue eyes become heavy-lidded. "So I was thinking I might do that.

Elle Kennedy

#30. The sun flitered in through the small, dirty windows, catches his eyes. They are brown, ordinary, but the way he looks at me - no one has ever looked at me like he does. He looks at me like he sees something. Someone.
Me.
"All right," he says, and puts his hands behind his head.
"Go ahead.

Elizabeth Scott

#31. His nose is like a capsized ship, his mouth the size of three, his jaw and cheekbones hefty as armor, and his eyes are iridescent. His face is a room overstuffed with massive furniture.

Jandy Nelson

#32. Why me?" I fought to bring my breathing back to normal.
"You treat me like a person."
"You are a person," I whispered.
"Can I be your person?"
He looked up at me, tears standing in his eyes. I chuckled softly, turned, and tucked him against me. "I think you already are.

D.C. Juris

#33. What does he look like? Not big, not small, not short, not tall, not old not young, not dark nor blond. His eyes are the only thing that give him away; they're as mean as a snake's. We were all afraid of him. Sometimes we feared we might become as evil as him!

Tonke Dragt

#34. Things seem more obvious behind the camera. Like the way Corgi keeps one eye on the game and the other on Happy. The way Yelp's hands are shaking and his eyes are shadowed, and the way Jorge watches him without seeming

Dot Hutchison

#35. [His eyes are] Atlantic Ocean blue, just like he'd said. It's strange because of course I'd known that. But the difference between knowing it and seeing them in person is the difference between dreaming of flying and flight.

Nicola Yoon

#36. His eyes are intense. Dark. They look like they've seen things I don't want to know about.

Lauren Nicolle Taylor

#37. His eyes are a hazy swirl of
gray, like a thick mass of clouds gathering before an impending storm

Elle Kennedy

#38. He said ... he said he wants you to know that those we love are never really gone." Michael closes his eyes. "We may not get to see them like we used to, and we may not even remember what they sound like, but they will always be with us.

T.J. Klune

#39. Dad scowls. "Phen." He says the name like it's a swear word. "Disgusting, cowardly creatures, the ambivalent. Worse than the fallen, in many ways." His eyes are so fierce it's a tad scary. "They have no conviction at all.

Cynthia Hand

#40. What does waiting do? None of us are promised a tomorrow ... We don't always get a later." He kissed my temple again, then pulled back, his eyes finding mine. "I'm done living like we do.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#41. You don't understand." His bulgy eyes are getting moist. "I miss Wonderland. I am like a child who became a scientist, only to learn that all he really wanted was to never grow up in the first place. I wanted to stay in Wonderland. I wanted to find Alice again.

Cameron Jace

#42. His eyes sparkle with some kind of hidden knowledge as he lets me pass, like beautiful people know the meaning of the universe and are amused by us ordinary folks who have to bumble along in the dark.

L. H. Cosway

#43. I hear my heartbeat. I have been looking at him too long, but then, he has been looking back, and I feel like we are both trying to say something the other can't hear, though I could be imagining it. Too long - and now even longer, my heart even louder, his tranquil eyes swallowing me whole.

Veronica Roth

#44. How are you feeling?" "Your eyes look like chocolate," I mumbled. He smiled. "And yours look like the morning sky." "Can I have water?" "Yes. Lots," he promised. "Let's get her upstairs," he said to someone else. And I fell asleep to the rocking of his steps.

Kiera Cass

#45. I wanted a footman with twinkly eyes like Father Christmas, not the eyes of a Viking mercenary. Footmen are supposed to be clean-shaven and pleasant-looking, and have nice names like Peter or George. But mine is scowly and growly, and his name is Drago and he has a black beard.

Lisa Kleypas

#46. Like a child standing in a beautiful park with his eyes shut tight, there's no need to imagine trees, flowers, deer, birds, and sky; we merely need to open our eyes and realize what is already here, who we already are - as soon as we stop pretending we're small or unholy.

Bo Lozoff

#47. You're brilliant,"he says."But you're a fool to stay with someone like me."
I close my eyes at the touch of his hand."Then we are both fools.

Marie Lu

#48. What," Scarlet breathed, clutching the bouquet, "is this?"
Wolf smiled around his canine teeth. "You are the most beautiful sight I have ever laid eyes on."
Scarlet cocked her head. "And you look like you're about to get married." There was blatant amusement in her tone.

Marissa Meyer

#49. Sam stares at me. He's frozen. His hands are extended out in front of him like he just shoved the Piken and still hasn't finished with the follow-through. Slowly, he blinks his eyes. Sam looks down at his hands, then over at me.
"Holy shit," he says. "Did I just do that?

Pittacus Lore

#50. You said that I didn't notice people like you." His voice lowers. His eyes are relentlessly blue, and they cut into me. "That's completely false. You've never been invisible to me. I saw you the first day we crossed paths, and I've been seeing you ever since.

Courtney Milan

#51. Well, then. I guess I'll make my way over towards Redborough and the houses of ill repute." Rachel grinned impishly.
Notak did not take his eyes off the street, but a grin found his face. "The brothels? If you are looking for new employment, then you definitely should not have dressed like that.

S.G. Night

#52. In his eyes are the reflections of the beating I didn't know how to stop, and even though my heart remembers, the rest of me would like to forget.

Lauren Nicolle Taylor

#53. My eyes are brown and my hair is brown."
"Your eyes are the color of warm chocolate," he said, tilting his head to study her. "Your hair isn't brown, but auburn with gold and red threads in it like the finest tapestry.

Karen Ranney

#54. Sarek looked up with something like hope in his eyes. "I must say," he said, "I am impressed. You are quite a detective, Doctor." "All doctors are detectives. All the ones worth their salt, anyway. . . ." "I will get you as much salt as you want, Doctor," Sarek said,

Diane Duane

#55. I like that people can just look at you and know that you are taken, that you are mine." He closed his eyes and laughed. "And yes, I know that sentiment is at the top of the Women's Liberation Movement's list of things not to say to a modern woman.

Patricia Briggs

#56. He cleared his throat, fixing his eyes on the road. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
All the hard edges within me had shimmered and gone soft.
"You said I was beautiful."
He smirked and settled back in his seat. "I guess I did.

Kristen Simmons

#57. So can I take pictures of you sometime? ... Not here. Not like this. At this abandoned building I just discovered by the beach. At sunset. I have an idea.' He peeks around the side of the camera. 'And not with your clothes on. Only fair.' His eyes are bright as the devil's. 'Say yes.

Jandy Nelson

#58. The American president [George W. Bush] closes his eyes to the economic and human damages that are inflicted on his country and the world economy by natural disasters, like Katrina, through neglected climate protection.

Jurgen Trittin

#59. I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much.

Ida Lokas

#60. In the unlikely event that she does escape me, I will inform you all. If you catch her, you are to detain her and return her to me." His eyes glowed like the fires of hell. "She is not to be harmed in any way, or so help you God, you will regret it until your last breath." *

Brooklyn Ann

#61. Cockroaches, Ari. Humans are like cockroaches." Crag nodded his head, his eyes twinkling.

Beverly Ovalle

#62. Hard-bitten had a double meaning: bitten hard by life, like her, or clamping meanly down on other people. But, as though belying his thoughts, she said, "I hope your days are good."
"If only. My eyes, you know, are like Swiss cheese, the doctor says. I see through the holes.

Edward Hoagland

#63. His eyes softened. But it doesn't change what we are to each other. It's like there's always been a piece of my soul missing, and it's inside you, Clary. I know I told you once that whether God exists or not, we're on our own. But when I'm with you, I'm not.

Cassandra Clare

#64. I close my eyes and he smells like him. His arms are his. Everything is normal, except I'm wearing clothes and he's in a hospital robe, and we're not in a hotel room. He is still him, wearing my heart on his sleeve. Everything I want, right here, in my arms.

Katy Evans

#65. His eyes searched hers. I'd rather just be me. Feel comfortable in my own skin and be able to speak my mind without having to carry a damned thesaurus. Sure doesn't seem worth giving up who you are to please others. Far as I'm concerned, they either like me or they don't. Their choice.

Leah Braemel

#66. He turned to face me and his eyes widened. "Are you crying?"
He sounded a little panicked, like the sight of a crying girl was scarier than anything that had happened over the past forty-eight hours.

Kathleen Peacock

#67. What are you, the boogey man?"

Strike three- her joke sucked. His eyes darkened, and he moved so close his shaggy bangs tickled her brow. She swallowed hard, staring up into his dangerously arctic eyes, drowning in the darkness reflected behind them.

"Yeah. Somethin' like that.

Amy Cook

#68. Like Andy Warhol and unlike God Almighty, Larry King does not presume to judge; all celebrities are equal in his eyes, saints and sinners alike sharing the same 'Love Boat' voyage into the dark beyond, a former sitcom star as deserving of pious send-off as Princess Diana.

James Wolcott

#69. His head tilted to the side and humor twinkled in his dark eyes. "Turn yer back."
'Are you shy? What's wrong, big guy? Afraid to show me your Scottish bagpipe? Are ye built like a moose and hung like a mouse?

Vonnie Davis

#70. I look up into his face and catch a glimpse of an emotion I never expected to see. His hazel eyes are warm, his mouth is tender. He looks like a man in love.

Philippa Gregory

#71. For a moment there was an expression of greedy excitement in his eyes, like you see in the eyes of men when they are looking at woman who arouses their lust.

Karen Maitland

#72. He must have felt a disturbance just beyond the boundless world his eyes perceived. Maybe like dogs we know when we are being hunted.

Garth Risk Hallberg

#73. Tess of the d'Urbervilles, Johnny Got His Gun, A Farewell to Arms, A Prayer for Owen Meany, some years Wuthering Heights, Silas Marner, Their Eyes Were Watching God, or I Capture the Castle. Those books are like old friends. When

Gabrielle Zevin

#74. Prosperity Gospel". At his United Church Science of Living Institute in New York he would tell his congregation "close your eyes and see green. Money up to your armpits, a roomful of money and there you are, just tossing around in it like a swimming pool.

Reverend Ike

#75. His eyes are peculiar. There is nothing in them, like an eclair without the cream filling. It's wrong, lack of cream.

Gail Carriger

#76. It is said a man doesn't get old while his mother lives. I think it's true. You are always a child in her eyes. It is irritating in the extreme. But you know, when they have gone, you'd give the earth just to hear them treating you like a child once more.

David Gemmell

#77. As the moon rose before her very eyes, the first beams hit the pond, sending sparkles of light bouncing off the water. "It's beautiful."
"So are you." His voice seemed to brush across her, like soft, smooth silk.

Cat Johnson

#78. In appearance Sachish gives the impression of a celestial being. His eyes glow; his long, slender fingers are like tongues of flame; the colour of his skin is more a luminescence than a colour. As soon as I set eyes on him I seemed to glimpse his inner self; and from that moment I loved him.

Rabindranath Tagore

#79. Cole tilted her chin so he could look deeply into her eyes. "Kyle, you are my heaven. Will you come with me?"
"I will." Kyle snuggled deeper into his chest, gently tracing his Sorry tattoo.
Cole's heart beat like the pounding of an angel's wings.

Debra Anastasia