Quotes About Gray Eyes

#1. She has these strange gray eyes that let me see all the way back to when her scorn shaped men's lives.

Greg Bear

#2. The man with the gray eyes is a born leader, and only an idiot would mistake him for anything else.

Amanda Bouchet

#3. Tell me you aren't as perfect as you seem, Alex." "Not even close to perfect." His blue-gray eyes darkened. "Not a complete asshole either.

Toni Anderson

#4. He was handsome. One might even say he was beautiful, with blond hair, gray eyes, and a youthful appearance. His body, although less than six feet tall, was lean and muscular beneath his black suit.

Sylvain Reynard

#5. Durbin's sunglasses were gone, and his gray eyes sparkled up at her. He winked. "Take care of yourself, Dr. Venkman."
Lena bit back a grin. "You too, Dana Barrett.

Laura Oliva

#6. He sees passion in her gray eyes, and it scares him as all passion scares him, his own included.

John Le Carre

#7. Aye, he smiles, joy igniting in his stormy gray eyes, stroking my hand possessively as if unwilling to let me go for fear I am nothing more than a hallucination about to wear off.

Poppet

#8. Niccolo Machiaveli stood apart from the rest of the crowd, arms lightly folded across his chest, careful not to wrinkle his Saile Row- tailored black silk tuxedo. Stone gray eyes swept over the other bidders, analyzing and assessing them.

Michael Scott

#9. Charles Augustus Milverton was a man of fifty, with a large, intellectual head, a round, plump, hairless face, a perpetual frozen smile, and two keen gray eyes, which gleamed brightly from behind broad, gold-rimmed glasses.

Arthur Conan Doyle

#10. Angel was different in every way possible. When he looked at her with those cool gray eyes, she had no idea what he was thinking. That was kind of fun, She just hoped it didn't mean he was a serial killer.

Susan Mallery

#11. As Julia scanned the crowd, one face stood out. A young-looking, fair-haired man with strange gray eyes stared unblinkingly in her direction, his expression one of intense curiosity.

Sylvain Reynard

#12. Old Dan must have known he was dying. Just before he drew his last breath, he opened his eyes and looked at me. Then with one last sigh, and a feeble thump of his tail, his friendly gray eyes closed forever.

Wilson Rawls

#13. Sweetness, what are you doing? Hank's kind of party is rated XXX and most likely illegal somewhere in the world. I promise you don't want to see that."
Her gray eyes met his. "It's just a drink, Devon. Scared?

Beth Mikell

#14. The winter sky has already turned black, but I could still see Wesley's gray eyes in the darkness. They were exactly the color of the sky before a thunderstorm.

Kody Keplinger

#15. He ground his teeth and slapped some slop down into a pile. The stench was beyond overwhelming. "I thought you said pigs are clean."
"Cleaner than people usually think, but not as clean as you and I." She looked at his messy boots, amusement dancing in her gray eyes. "Well, usually.

Julia Quinn

#16. You're not a thing in the dark," Kelly said under his breath.
"No." Nick clutched his fingers tighter. "But I can be."
Kelly stared at him for a long time, nodding, blue-gray eyes turning to quartz granite. "Then we'll be things in the dark together.

Abigail Roux

#17. She watched me with her big gray eyes, and I melted inside of them.

Jamie McGuire

#18. Annabeth's face, her blond hair and gray eyes, the way she laughed, threw her arms around him, and gave him a kiss whenever he did something stupid.
She must have kissed me a lot, Percy thought.

Rick Riordan

#19. When she stood up, the woman was looking at her with the calm gray eyes that Therese could neither quite face nor look away from.

Patricia Highsmith

#20. No visible scars. Hair dark brown, some gray. Eyes brown. Height six feet, one half inch. Weight about one ninety. Name Philip Marlowe. Occupation private detective.

Raymond Chandler

#21. That voice. It couldn't be.
She turned.
The Marine.
Her brain tried to compute the man before her. The same uncompromising blue-gray eyes, but more distant. The same fit body, but more space filling. The same rugged features, but more bearded.

Bearded!

Kate Meader

#22. He blinked. He had the sense that he was lost in those quiet gray eyes, unable to look away from her. He was a duke. She was a - what had she called herself? A half-blind near-spinster. It shouldn't even have been a fair fight.

Courtney Milan

#23. I love you," she whispered, gazing up into his pale gray eyes.
He smiled crookedly, for a moment looking at her with a dazzled air. He had, she realized sadly, no experience hearing those words. He didn't know how to react. "I figured as much."
This time, she didn't hit him.

Connie Brockway

#24. Already up to his waist in the quaking bog, Pendergast stopped struggling and stared up at his assassin. The icy glitter in the pale gray eyes spoke more eloquently of his hatred and despair than any words he might have spoken, and it shook Esterhazy to the core.

Douglas Preston

#25. Jared's gray eyes bore into hers. His face filled with emotion, and his eyes looked to be just as tear-filled. Do you really not know the reason why I came? I came back for you. I'll always come back for you.

Chanda Hahn

#26. A smile couldn't be brought into court as evidence. You couldn't arrest a man because he had trembled. Brown eyes had stolen a peep at gray eyes, so what? The tone of a voice was something that died with a word.

Vera Caspary

#27. Hayden McGregor glanced with contempt at the pitch-black road. "I do not fear the darkness. It fears me." He dismissed the approaching gloom with a narrowed stare. His steel gray eyes holding it back with a contemptuous regard.

Grace Willows

#28. The man in the water saw the eye of the man on the bridge gazing into his own through the sights of the rifle. He observed that it was a gray eye and remembered having read that gray eyes were keenest, and that all famous markmen had them. Nevertheless,

Ambrose Bierce

#29. She wiped the mirror so she could look at herself. Mediocre and grim, she thought. Not mediocre, her face, with wide gray eyes, fine nose and smile, but it was grim. A good body, but so long disregarded it seemed grim too.

Lucia Berlin

#30. Ethiopians have gods with snub noses and black hair, Thracians gods with gray eyes and red hair,

Steven Weinberg

#31. Levi was a black-and-white photograph in the dark. All pale skin, gray eyes, streaky hair ...

Rainbow Rowell

#32. His face was like a law of nature - a thing one could not question, alter or implore. It had high cheekbones over gaunt, hollow cheeks; gray eyes, cold and steady; a contemptuous mouth, shut tight, the mouth of an executioner or a saint.

Ayn Rand

#33. His gray eyes met mine. It doesn't matter where I go. I'll still be yours.

Claudia Gray

#34. I like when you watch me. I can't think straight when you have those crazy gray eyes on me.

Christina Lauren

#35. A young woman with fiery hair stood on a hill dominated by an oak, the smoking ruins of an estate to her left. To her right was an abyss. Tiny flecks of blue and green touched her gray eyes. Tears stood on each cheek, but her jaw was set, eyes fixed on some point in the distance.

Brent Weeks

#36. On the rocks of a bay so blue, it made her gray eyes glow.

A. LaFaye

#37. As she looked at him, her dark gray eyes went slowly from astonishment to stillness, then to a strange expression that resembled a look of weariness, except that it seemed to reflect much more than the endurance of this one moment.

Ayn Rand

#38. The combination of the song, the birthmark, and the cashier's haunting gray eyes generates in Vess an eerie sense of expectancy. Something exceptional is about to happen.

Dean Koontz

#39. Had I known but yesterday what I know today,
I'd have taken out your two gray eyes
And put in eyes of clay;
And had I known but yesterday you'd be no more my own
I'd have taken out your heart of flesh
And put in one of stone

Tam Lin Neville

#40. I love you." Steel-gray eyes held her own. "You're my heart.

Nalini Singh

#41. What's in the box? Not a severed head - again - I trust?" It seemed too small for that, fortunately. Cordelia's gray eyes glinted. "Now, now, Oliver. Bring home one dismembered body part, once, mind you, once, and people get twitchy about checking your luggage ever after.

Lois McMaster Bujold

#42. That's the hottest guy she's seen in weeks, and now there was no chance of ever getting to know those smoky gray eyes,or his pouty lips.

Solange Nicole

#43. MADELEINE HERON stared with unfocused eyes at the gleaming gray coffin that held the body of her husband.

S.K. Epperson

#44. Not all that tempts your wandering eyes
And heedless hearts, is lawful prize;
Nor all that glisters gold.

Thomas Gray

#45. Her green eyes meet mine in the Guinness mirror behind the bar and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. I've never slept with this girl, but she was the first I remember wanting.
Harper Gray.

Trish Doller

#46. Look through my eyes...

Claudia Gray

#47. I do wonder why people hate their grey hair so much! I think grey hair is a gift from the moon! When the moon laughs, her eyes produce tears of joy that fall to the earth and onto the tops of people's heads!

C. JoyBell C.

#48. If I unfocus my eyes, I see exactly what the Candor don't believe in-gray. Maybe Tobias and I don't believe in it either. Not really.

Veronica Roth

#49. Starry Starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Don McLean

#50. He [William Merritt Chase] is, I suspect, getting a very truthful likeness. I would like it better if [it] was not so gray, so cramped about the eyes, and not quite so corpulent. But is this not quarreling with nature?

Rutherford B. Hayes

#51. On April 3, 2014, Jane Goodall turned 80. The iconic blond ponytail has gone gray, but the sparkle of intelligence, sly humor, and fierce dedication still shines from her hazel eyes.

David Quammen

#52. I think your eyes might be the exact same color as mine," she said wonderingly.
"What fine gray-eyed babies we shall have," he said, before he thought the better of it.

Julia Quinn

#53. Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose.

L. Frank Baum

#54. Valten took a step toward the tent and stopped. He turned back to Gisela, and the look in his gray-green eyes gentled instantly. His jaw relaxed, and her breath hitched in her throat at the sudden transformation.

Melanie Dickerson

#55. His eyes went soft and silver as she spoke. "Zhe shi jie shang, wo shi zui ai ne de," he whispered.
She understood it. In all the world, you are what I love the most.

Cassandra Clare

#56. Yes, red-to give warmth to that milk-white skin and those shining gray-green eyes of yours. Golden hair wouldn't suit you at all Queen Anne-My Queen Anne-queen of my heart and life and home.

L.M. Montgomery

#57. You shine like the sun and you move like water. Your eyes are the perfect mix of gray and brown, like fog in the woods, and you smell like lilacs in the summer. I think if you laughed, it would sound like music.

M. Leighton

#58. They were all very much of a type, tall and narrow-faced, eyes pale blue and pale green and pale gray, their features sharp but oddly empty - young men who has never been lonely or afraid or devastated by grief.

Katherine Addison

#59. I sank back in the gray, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir.

Sylvia Plath

#60. Everywhere she looked, she saw bright colors: on the drab, gray concrete apartments, on the tin-roofed, open-fronted stores, in the muddy water flowing in the gutters. It was as though a rainbow had melted into her eyes. Rasheed

Khaled Hosseini

#61. His eyes were hazel, his gray hair tousled, and he wore the look of a man who had seen too much, too soon, and been forced to deal with idiots all too often.

Alan Dean Foster

#62. Her eyes are gray, but not like those of people from the Seam. They're very pale, as if almost all the color has been sucked out of them.

Suzanne Collins

#63. Can one regret a thing that, however unwise, was beautiful? she said, and the hurt in his eyes softened into confusion.

Cassandra Clare

#64. Someday, I said, when we're old and gray, I'm going to look at you lying in bed beside me, just like this, and I'm going to look into your eyes and know that it's only ever been you. And that is going to be the great joy of my life, Bree Prescott.

Mia Sheridan

#65. He pass'd the flaming bounds of place and time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.

Thomas Gray

#66. She might be pointing to a doorway, or a person, or the sky. But such things were so common to my eyes, so undistinguished, that they would register as "nothing" I walked in a gray world of nothing.

Jerry Spinelli

#67. The knock-kneed brown moose, a tired group of ten, yards ahead of her for the last three days, comfort her too. It's like following a pack of grandfathers, their large, weary eyes, red lids sagging, their gray muzzles, puckered as if the world is almost done with them but not quite yet.

Amy Bloom

#68. Have either of you seen your mother "
"Yeah " Ethan said and my heart actually skipped a beat.
But I should have known Ethan was joking. "Slim lady. Blue eyes and a gray pageboy " he continued his eyes glistening in appreciation of his own humor. "Answers to the name 'Mom'.

Rachel Vincent

#69. He rubs his forehead, frustrated, then raises his eyes, one dark brown, one gray-blue - the

Eleanor Herman

#70. I see ... the way you're always searching. How much you hate anything fake or phony. How you're older than your years, but still ... playful, like a little girl. How you're always looking into people, or wondering what they see when they look back at you. Your eyes. It's all in the eyes.

Claudia Gray

#71. His eyes are somewhere between gray and blue, and his hair is somewhere between brown and blond, and I am somewhere between hostile and attracted.

Emery Lord

#72. He bent down to her; their mouths met again, and the shock of sensation was so strong, so overpowering, that she shut her eyes against it as if she could hide in the darkness. He murmured and gathered her against him.

Cassandra Clare

#73. Wilson's glazed eyes turned out to the ashheaps, where small gray clouds took on fantastic shape and scurried here and there in the faint dawn wind.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#74. His legs were still crossed, and his bulge sat atop his crossed thighs, so large it seemed to be taunting her, [...].
"My eyes are up here, you know," Elbryn said in amusement.

Ash Gray

#75. When I noticed that some of the gray-haired ladies had tears in their eyes, I understood for the first time why music matters so much, how it reminds us of who we are and where we came from, of all the good times and the sadness, too.

Dean Koontz

#76. Those who are coming from the gutters know that from time to time a piece of us will break off and float back to the floor from whence it came. Wealth can gray your eyes at the edges, money does not make you hover above human qualities, you are only a flawed being with much material gain.

Crystal Evans

#77. My eyes were gray - more like my cousin Annabeth's than my mom's.

Rick Riordan

#78. The fog, which Meg knew from her father wasn't fog at all, but low-lying clouds, began to burn off as the morning sun continued its climb through a blue-gray sky. The Golden Gate Bridge came into focus right before her eyes through a cloud that caressed the crimson metal into view.

Tracy Ewens

#79. They were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take me down in a fight.

Rick Riordan

#80. If your mother had any idea we were talking about this, she'd skin me alive. I'm not being metaphorical about that. I think she could actually, literally skin me. She gets these wild eyes sometimes. There's Cossack blood in her; I'd bet anything.

Claudia Gray

#81. Lightning flashed again, illuminating his eyes. A captivating shade of blue tinged with gray, they glittered like the turbulent sea. Her breath halted. It was as if his eyes were the storm. Lord

Brooklyn Ann

#82. Which in the gray of gentler eyes will prove far more than any of us could ever need; 'enough' we will shout, 'enough!' our bellies full, our hearts full, our ages full; fullness and greater fullness and even more fullness; how then we will laugh and forget how imagining has already left us.

Mark Z. Danielewski

#83. He does, and his eyes shoot to mine, wide and gray, alive with wonder and joy. His lip part in disbelief. The word YES flashes on and off on the key ring. "Happy birthday", I whispered.

E.L. James

#84. There's something about blue eyes.
The kind of blue that startles you every time they're lifted in your direction. The kind of blue that makes you ache for them to look at you again. Not the blue green or blue gray, the blue that's just blue.
Cricket has those eyes.

Stephanie Perkins

#85. I lift my eyes to his. It feels both like it's hard to meet his gaze and like I could never look away.

Claudia Gray

#86. Kamaswami entered, a swiftly, smoothly moving man with very gray hair, with very intelligent, cautious eyes, with a greedy mouth. Politely, the host and the guest greeted one another.

Hermann Hesse

#87. When love could teach a monarch to be wise, And gospel-light first dawn'd from Bullen's eyes.

Thomas Gray

#88. This boy wore the ocean in his eyes, green-gray-blue, ever shifting, and I recognized him immediately. Knew before he said another word that he was as dangerous as he was beautiful.

Sarah Ockler

#89. Cricket glanced down when she saw a cookie slide under the wall. She plucked the cookie from the ground and bit into it, dirt and all. It was so disgusting, her eyes watered, but she was starving, so she choked it down.

Ash Gray

#90. I know." He leaned back, looking into her eyes. "But I'm not going anywhere, Jenny. I'll fight to stay with you.

Amanda Gray

#91. Over the road there was a church: a modern gray building, which constantly played a recording of church bells. Strange it was. Why no proper bells? I never went in but I bet it was a robot church for androids, where the Bible was in binary and their Jesus had laser eyes and metal claws.

Russell Brand

#92. Gray's dark stare bored into the eyes of the pirate who held Maeve. If you so much as breathe on her, I'll kill you, he silently vowed,

Danelle Harmon

#93. Are you sure, Gray?'
He lifted his eyes. 'No ... I'm not. I'm not sure of a damn thing.' He slipped his hands free of the monsignor's and peeled the battery off the phone, cutting the last ring in half. 'But that doesn't mean I won't act.

James Rollins

#94. Someday ... when we're old and gray, I'm going to look at you lying in bed beside me, just like this, and I'm going to look into your eyes and know that it's only ever been you. And that is going to be the great joy of my life.

Mia Sheridan

#95. Marshall perched hesitantly beside me.
"They asked me to protect you."
My eyes widened. "What? Who did? The Sisterhood?"
"No, the Teletubbies did. Of course, the Sisterhood." Marshall rolled his eyes at me, and it took all of my will power not to shove him off the bench.

Chanelle Gray

#96. Tessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages, with a look of tenderness in her eyes, a tenderness mirrored in the softness of Will's voice as he read.

Cassandra Clare

#97. You know, if you're going to take me aside when I'm behaving badly, I may start behaving worse. Just to get some attention from you." His eyes briefly catch the light and glow gray-green for a moment. "Possibly even some admiration.

Claire LaZebnik

#98. Sweetheart, I remember every second from the first moment I laid eyes on you and I've been trying to get my world upright ever since.

Tammy L. Gray

#99. Seeing him on his knees in front of me, feeling his mouth on me, it's so unexpected and hot. My hands stay in his hair, pulling gently as I try to quiet my too loud breathing. He gazes up at me through impossibly long lashes, his eyes scorching smoky gray.

E.L. James

#100. But the nice man had cold eyes. When interacting with his fascinated lady-harem, they had been blue. But when he turned his attention to me - however briefly - I could have sworn that they turned gray, the color of water beneath a sky from which snow will soon fall.

Stephen King