Top 100 Quotes About His Eyes
#1. Before his dreams had been fragile, insubstantial things, like strands of gossamer and they would fall apart and fade as soon as his eyes opened to the light of a new morning.
John Carter
#2. A few months. Long enough to find out she's fucking crazy," he says with a huge roll of his eyes. "And long enough to realize that the reason why I love her is because she's fucking crazy.
Colleen Hoover
#3. 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
#4. As always when I was in trouble, I looked down at Tuesday. I could see his concern, but also his confidence in me. There was something about his eyes, when he looked at me, that always said, I believe in you, Luis.
Luis Carlos Montalvan
#5. The artist expresses only what he has within himself, not what he sees with his eyes
Alexej Von Jawlensky
#6. Ryan rolled his eyes. Harper, you and David Stark have been circling each other since kindergarden.
Rachel Hawkins
#7. Roland opened his eyes and said, Goodbye, Jake. I love you, dear.
Stephen King
#8. His eyes were as green and curious as the eyes of a tomcat who is old enough to be wise but not old enough to have lost that refined sense of cruelty which passes for fun in feline circles.
Stephen King
#9. I was five steps away when he called, "Perseus."
I turned.
There was a different light in his eyes, a fiery kind of pride. "You did well, Perseus. Do not misunderstand me. Whatever else you do, know that you are mine. You are a true son of the Sea God.
Rick Riordan
#11. I decorated this man like decorating a Christmas tree. His voice spoke jingles of love and his eyes shone like fake lights every time we made love.
Elise Icten
#12. Anybody who has the courage to raise his eyes and look sanely at the awful human condition ... must realize finally that tiny periods of temporary release from intolerable suffering is the most that any individual has the right to expect.
Flann O'Brien
#13. He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.
D.H. Lawrence
#14. Across the dying fire, Seth Clearwater - his eyes wide with adulation for the fraternity of tribal protectors- nodded his agreement.
Stephenie Meyer
#15. He was the only person I ever met whose soul I could clearly see in his eyes. And I had more faith in him than I've ever had in another human being.
Beth Harbison
#16. Why do women have to be so complicated, Wellborn?" he grumbled. The butler shook his head, a hint of a smile lighting his eyes. "I suppose God wanted to ensure we never grew bored, sir.
Karen Witemeyer
#17. I like eggs and bacon," George tells me. "But" - his face clouds - "do you know that bacon is" - tears leap to his eyes - "Wilbur?
Huntley Fitzpatrick
#18. The years of his life had not been gentle, and there was something untamable about him; his eyes seemed to say everything and nothing at all, almost as if they spoke a dying language few could appreciate or even understand.
Chris Nicolaisen
#19. I loved most when his eyelashes twitched and he blinked, and suddenly happiness was there inside his eyes. Unmistakable. Like a single word printed on a clean white page.
Augusten Burroughs
#20. It' like he has the ability to take on some of my pain. I feel so much better around him. Stronger. And he is willing to take my pain. He wants to bear it with me. I can see it shining in his eyes. I'm more than a duty to him. I'm more than his literal dream girl. I'm so much more.
Cynthia Hand
#21. The most beautiful man in the world says everything with his eyes, and the rest with his hands and mouth.
Perry Brass
#22. Because for the rest of my life," she said, dropping his eyes to gather her courage before lifting her chin and spearing him with her gaze, "I only want to be with you.
Katy Regnery
#23. Don't need your warnings. I don't lose." "That wasn't a warning," he shot back, not taking his eyes off her. "That was a threat." And then he looked at me as he turned to leave. "Watch your back, brother.
Penelope Douglas
#24. His eyes kindled and a slight flush sprang into his thin cheeks. For an instant the veil had lifted upon his keen, intense nature, but for an instant only. When I glanced again his face had resumed that red-Indian composure which had made so many regard him as a machine rather than a man.
Arthur Conan Doyle
#25. Overstimulated. Light, sound, touch, all had been amped up. He closed his eyes to shut out the excess information and tried to get his senses to slow down.
Carol Shay Hornung
#26. I gasped a little as he smiled at me. A real smile. One that made his sharply angled face softer, made his eyes melt like soft candy. No, my devil wasn't going to push me . . . he was going to do what devils did best. He was going to tempt me.
Jay Crownover
#27. Lilith came to Longinus in the night, as she often did, and the darkness of the cave was filled with the lustful sounds of their passionate couplings. Afterwards, as he lay back with his eyes closed, she ran her cool fingers playfully across his chest and whispered honeyed words in his ear.
Alan Kinross
#28. His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn't hold.
Phyllis Reynolds Naylor
#29. There was a look of fear in his eyes, such as people have when they are suddenly awakened.
Oscar Wilde
#30. Predictably, his eyes widened at her beauty
then stayed wide as he beheld the death lurking beneath it.
Sarah J. Maas
#31. Mugabe had a very strange quality about him. He was dapper. He had the strangest skin - it looks very shiny, but it's not oily. It's stretched very finely over his flesh. His eyes have layers of cyan crystals in them. It was a quiet, dark moment when I took his picture.
Platon
#32. He went to rub his eyes and missed.
Max Barry
#33. For a man needs only to be turned around once with his eyes shut in this world to be lost ... Not 'til we are lost do we begin to find ourselves.
Henry David Thoreau
#34. You're my girlfriend, Cami, unless you don't want it that way." He opened his eyes, looking at me.
I swallowed. "I want it that way."
"Good, because I think we've established I'm never going to get my fill of you.
Lacey Weatherford
#35. Ask yourself, if all men must grub in the dirt for food, how shall any man lift his eyes to contemplate the stars? If each of us must break his back to build a hovel, who shall raise the temples to glorify the gods?
George R R Martin
#36. He rolled his eyes and then frowned at both me and Ian (Somerhalder). "That guy takes a shit, too, you know."
I shook my head to disagree. "No, he doesn't. He's still in god status and we all know that gods don't poop.
Tina Reber
#37. These creatures have destroyed our lands. Murdered our people." Isana lifted her chin. "Pay them for it."
When Antillus Raucus looked up, his eyes were hard, cold, and clear. "Watch me.
Jim Butcher
#38. He got a lovely pair of trainers given off his mum for Christmas, best pair he ever had, but it was the nylon laces that he couldn't take his eyes off. They found him hanging in his cell!
Stephen Richards
#39. After all, the last thing Kenosi saw, before he closed his eyes forever, was his mother coming back to him.
Jodi Picoult
#40. Duties are ours; events are God's. This removes an infinite burden from the shoulders of a miserable, tempted, dying creature. On this consideration only, can he securely lay down his head, and close his eyes.
Richard Cecil
#41. Rebecca..." His face softened, and his eyes glowed as he remembered. "How could I not kiss you?
Sierra Rose
#42. So Tumpty tried hiding upside down, behind a pot plant, under a large cardboard box, with his eyes tightly closed.
Polly Dunbar
#43. You okay, there, Mr. Rat Man?" Minho asked. "My name is Assistant Director Janson," he replied, his voice low and strained, as if it was hard work to stay calm. His eyes never left Thomas. "Learn to show respect for your elders.
James Dashner
#44. Some minutes or hours or days later, when I lay boneless and well satisfied, Ethan raised his gaze to mine again. His eyes were silver, his fangs descended. "There is no going back," he said, "Not after this.
Chloe Neill
#45. Becky," he said. "Get in the car."
"Becca," she corrected automatically. Her voice was breathy, her hands still clenched in fists.
"For god's sake-" His eyes slid left. "Just get in the car.
Brigid Kemmerer
#46. I cannot tell whether diamonds appeared in his eyes or mine as the shine of adoration became the icon one sees in history, a Byzantine sparkle, Medieval armor against all odds.
Alice Shapiro
#47. To Severine, his expression was blank. Spotless and clean. She wondered what it'd be like to create a mess in his eyes, to leave an imprint.
Calia Read
#48. He tried to read, but the words swam in front of his eyes in meaningless waves. He put on the television. Nick at Nite, the cultural equivalent of aerosol cheese.
Harlan Coben
#49. The wizard stirs, opens his eyes, and looks at the reluctant boy. "Oh, you'll get your heart broken," he says. "Is that what you're waiting to hear? It'll be broken, all right. But you'll never get anything done if you walk around with an unchipped heart. That's the way of it, boy.
Peter Straub
#50. What kind of city doesn't have a football team? Explain that to me, Wes." "They do have one," I point out. "The Argonauts." Richard narrows his eyes. "Is it an NFL team?" "Well, no, it's CFL, but - " "Then they don't have a team," he says firmly. I stifle a laugh.
Sarina Bowen
#51. Turner rolls his eyes and stomps towards the door. I don't know if I've ever really seen him just walk. When he's in a good mood, he swaggers. When he's pissed, he slams his feet against the floor like it owes him money.
C.M. Stunich
#52. I don't ever forget things when it comes to you, Rebecca." A dark emotion flashed in his eyes. "I can't make up for the years I didn't show, nor will I try because you can never make up for lost time, but you have to know how important you are to me." -Hunter Beckman
Nikki Lynn Barrett
#53. Do you know something?" I could have looked at his face all night. The way his eyes wrinkled at the corners. That place where his neck met his shoulder. "What?" "Sometimes, Clark, you are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning.
Jojo Moyes
#54. Dustfinger closed his eyes and listened.
He was home again.
Cornelia Funke
#55. There were tears in his eyes. The ocean rose inside him, and I looked away, before it got me, too.
Sarah Ockler
#56. The center of my world is our love, Blake. Every joy...everything beautiful in my life I have is because of our love."
He closed his eyes, drawing me closer until our foreheads touched. He slowly lifted his, capturing me in a deep, soulful gaze. "You'll always have it.
Meredith Wild
#57. I dream of you. And I don't like it when I can't talk to you or see you or touch you." His eyes found mine again. "That's love.
Amber L. Johnson
#58. 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
#59. What brings enlightenment is experience, in the sad sense of this word
the pressure of hard facts and unintelligible troubles, making a man rub his eyes in his waking dream, and put two and two together. Enlightenment is cold water.
George Santayana
#60. Hunched forward, feeling his ears burning, his hands shaking. Tried to concentrate. Found his eyes flickering over sentences and phrases, retaining nothing. [Charles Meredith]
Stephen Lloyd Jones
#61. How long do you have to stay and socialize?"
"Well, I still have to butter up the president of the Jupiter Point Business Coalition."
"I do hope you mean literally."
His eyes darkened with desire and he pulled her tighter against him. "As you wish, milady.
Jennifer Bernard
#62. They used to call me Quicksilver," he whispered, smiling hollowly. "Fastest hands in the world." Then the smile vanished. his eyes flashed. And, like a silver of deadly mercury, he attacked ...
Darren Shan
#63. Now, Laurent was beside him. Aloof, untouchable Laurent was beside him, kneeling on the wet marble hundreds of miles from home, with nothing in his eyes but Damen.
C.S. Pacat
#64. His stride was long, tall, and proud. He wore a mask of proprietary disinterest, as though everything before his eyes belonged to him and his whimsy. He looked arrogant.
He fit right in.
S.G. Night
#65. Pretty damned cocky of you to assume I'd say yes." His gaze was steady, but I could see the humor lurking in his eyes and around the corners of his mouth.
"I was SWAT for a lot of years, sweetheart. Cocky is my middle name.
Liliana Hart
#66. I could feel his eyes drilling into my back.
R.J. Harlick
#67. The editor sat in his sanctum, his countenance furrowed with care, His mind at the bottom of business, his feet at the top of a chair, His chair-arm an elbow supporting, his right hand upholding his head, His eyes on his dusty old table, with different documents spread.
Will Carleton
#68. That's probably the most sincere thing that I've ever heard come out of your mouth."
Logan lowered his eyes to Tate's hand. "Now, that's not true. I was very sincere this morning when I told you that I loved sucking your - "
"Don't ruin it," Tate interrupted.
Ella Frank
#69. And Amber?"
Cade looked stricken at the mention. "I knew her before she had breasts, so she doesn't count."
"I'm sure she'd love to hear that."
"She won't." His eyes narrowed in warning. "Ever. Now seriously, what's the deal with you and
Kelsey?
Maisey Yates
#70. People say the top part of my face looks like my dad's and the bottom part like my mom's. I have his eyes and her nose and mouth.
River Viiperi
#71. I was thinking that I should be content to kiss him until the break of day. Bertrand ran out of kisses too soon; desire made them superfluous in his eyes. They were only a stage on the road to pleasure, not something inexhaustible and self-sufficient, as Luc had revealed them to me.
Francoise Sagan
#72. His voice was cracking and hoarse with fear. Unshed tears shimmered in his eyes.
Kelly Moran
#73. The French want no-one to be their superior. The English want inferiors. The Frenchman constantly raises his eyes above him with anxiety. The Englishman lowers his beneath him with satisfaction.
Alexis De Tocqueville
#74. He will be sorry for the way he treated you,
Don't you worry about that. Focus on your growth and watch his eyes gaze in sorrow as he knows, he was the bastard that made you strong.
Nikki Rowe
#75. She made you smile."
"Aye. Rhiannon always makes me smile."
Shalin dropped her head against her son's chest. "Dark gods, I've lost you forever."
Bercelak rolled his eyes. "I think, Mother, that's a tad extreme.
G.A. Aiken
#76. Biggest dream?" I was proud of this one because I knew it would stump him. It required forethought.
"Kiss you."
"That's not funny," I said, holding his eyes, grateful I didn't stutter.
"No, but it made you blush.
Becca Fitzpatrick
#77. And for the first time I looked into his eyes. They were blue, not light blue, but a darker blue. Not so dark as sapphire blue, not so bright as china blue. They were romantically blue. Lyrically blue. They swam and I swam in them.
Stephen Fry
#78. His eyes settled due west and gazed through the silhouetted, leaf-bare branches to the now-black rolling hills of the mountains he called home. The sun was setting on another day in Laurel Cove, though he couldn't help but wonder what was rising on the horizon.
Teresa Tysinger
#79. Jason barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes. His father was such a food slut.
R.L. Mathewson
#80. I lock onto his beautiful blue eyes, memorizing his face. The way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he laughs, the way they flash blue when he's happy and grow dark when he's sad. I'll miss his flop of dark hair and his dimples when he smiles.
Elle Strauss
#81. One of the laudable by-products of the Freudian quackery is the discovery that lying, in most cases, is involuntary and inevitable
that the liar can no more avoid it than he can avoid blinking his eyes when a light flashes or jumping when a bomb goes off behind him.
H.L. Mencken
#82. Suddenly feeling overwhelmed, Talon said, 'It doesn't matter. They are all dead.' He felt moisture gathering in his eyes and blinked. 'It's been a while since I've felt that.'
Caleb nodded. 'It never goes away, completely. But you'll discover other things in life.
Raymond E. Feist
#83. Thomas rolled his eyes. "I never said jack about me being braver than anybody. I'm just sick of hearing people's voices. Yours included."
Minho snickered. "Slinthead, when you try to be mean, it's just freaking hilarious.
James Dashner
#84. Wilson shook his head. His eyes narrowed and his mouth widened slightly with the ghost of a superior 'Hm!'.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#85. Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
#86. It was a year ago today your daughter went missing.' Bagg had closed his eyes, feeling the death going on inside.
Cole Alpaugh
#87. A man can see a hundred women, lust for a thousand more, but it is one scent that will open his eyes and turn him to love.
C.S. Richardson
#88. No one could hear them over the carriage wheels, yet somehow it felt right to whisper. His eyes dropped to her gaping bodice. One nipple was reddened and still moist. He averted his eyes, swallowing. His erection, silly thing, didn't know the show was over.
Elizabeth Hoyt
#89. He still had his eyes on me, and it occurred to me that he was thinking the same thing as I was; that I was very underdressed to be here. I needed to leave, and quickly. But I didn't know how to say goodbye ...
A. Esquivel
#90. I grin. "Good night, OMG." He slowly shakes his head back and forth while his eyes narrow playfully. "You're lucky I like you, Auburn Mason Reed." With that, he closes the door. "Oh my God," I whisper. I think I might have a crush on that boy.
Colleen Hoover
#91. I don't mind the scars." He shrugged, his eyes taking on a mischievous spark. "They hold better memories now than they used to." Scarlet
Marissa Meyer
#92. Judge tucked one of his guns under his head and put the other underneath the bed closest to the wall. He leaned back on top of the thin comforter and closed his eyes. His dreams immediately ventured to hot, naked sex with a headstrong detective.
A.E. Via
#93. It's been almost a century that Edward's been alone. Now he's found you. You can't see the changes we see, we who have been with him for so long. Do you think any of us want to look into his eyes for the next hundred years if he loses you?
Stephenie Meyer
#94. I didn't answer the naked hunger in his eyes.
Jamie Wyman
#95. Very slowly, he turned a full circle, taking in the nothingness of it all. It seemed his lungs could never be large enough to breathe in this much air, his eyes could never see this much space, nor could he near the full extent of the rolling, roaring ocean. For the briefest moment, he had no edges.
M.L. Stedman
#96. But [Stanley Wade] instead removed his glasses and wiped his eyes. They were moist not from fear but from the harsh reality of being confronted by one of his victims. How many others were out there? Why had he chosen to spend his career screwing these people?
~from "Michael's Room"~
John Grisham
#97. What will it do to Jimmy's state of mind if he opens his eyes and sees three of his former beloveds bending over him like the three Fates? Demanding his everlasting love, his apologies, his blood in a cat food saucer?
Margaret Atwood
#98. Maven stares after his fleeing brother. "He does not like to lose. And" - he lowers his voice, now so close to me I can see the tiny flecks of silver in his eyes - "neither do I. I won't lose you, Mare. I won't."
"You'll never lose me.
Victoria Aveyard
#99. Ty did his best to keep his eyes open, watching as he disappeared between Zane's lips. He wanted nothing more than to come down Zane's throat. It was barely a matter of minutes with the visual stimulation, and Ty was soon gasping and tugging at Zane's hair in warning. Zane
Abigail Roux
#100. President Clark rubbed his eyes with a thumb and forefinger. "This is really something," he said. " Just days until I address Congress and the nation. What am I supposed to say? 'Ladies and gentlemen, the state of the union is...infected.',
Marc Cameron
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