Quotes About Light Brown Eyes

#1. And sometimes when her light brown eyes locked on to my dark brown ones, it was like she was reaching a hand all the way into my chest, like she was digging around in there for the most honest thing she could find.

Matt De La Pena

#2. Bremer also observed "a pretty little white boy of about seven years of age sitting among some tall Negro girls. The child had light hair, the most lovely light brown eyes, and cheeks as red as roses; he was, nevertheless, the child of a slave mother, and was to be sold as a slave.

Michelle Gordon Jackson

#3. Her light brown eyes were the color of sherry, fringed with long, thick, gold-tipped lashes.

Anne Rivers Siddons

#4. Bennie has light brown skin and excellent eyes, and he irons his hair in a Mohawk as shiny black as a virgin record.

Jennifer Egan

#5. Remember this, she thought. The way the light caught in his unruly hair, the love in his brown eyes, the chapped lips that had kissed her only an hour ago, in the darkness.

Kristin Hannah

#6. I touch his cheek, see my hand shake, and quickly pull it
back. He grabs my wrist, places my palm back against his
cheek, and closes his eyes like he's in agony. Or bliss. Or
maybe both. Like he's never been touched before.

Sophie Jordan

#7. And all the sky was teeming and tearing along, a vast disorder of flying shapes and darkness and ragged fumes of light and a great brown circling halo, then the terror of a moon running liquid-brilliant into the open for a moment, hurting the eyes before she plunged under cover of cloud again.

D.H. Lawrence

#8. As you love yourself, so shall you love others. Strange but true, with no exceptions.

Harry Stack Sullivan

#9. Marijuana grows naturally ... Don't you think making nature against the law seems a bit, I don't know, unnatural?

Bill Hicks

#10. I'm not nothing." His eyes that had only seconds ago glittered with barely controlled rage now warmed until she swore she could see specks of pure sunlight dancing in the light brown depths. "You're my goddamned everything. And anyone who tells you differently is a pathetic fool.

Jennifer Lyon

#11. They [her eyes] were big and warm and full of light, like the sun shining on brown pools in the wood.

Willa Cather

#12. Here, let me help." Owen grabbed a slice of toast with butter and jelly and held it up to her mouth.
She took a big bite. She looked up and found his eyes blazing, that odd light flickering faintly behind the blue and brown. "What could possibly be turning you on about this situation?

Laura Kaye

#13. Kestrel lifted her gaze. As he met her eyes - an extremely light brown, the lightest shade before brown becomes gold - Arin knew that he was a fool. A thousand times a fool.

Marie Rutkoski

#14. She was wearing blue jeans and a dark blue peasant blouse, the ties of the neck open. She looked so beautiful and soft, with her big brown eyes and her light brown hair shining in the afternoon light. He couldn't see the pink streak, and he had an incredible urge to find it.

Sarah Addison Allen

#15. I have been rich, and I have been broke. Some of it is my fault for choosing bad management and making bad investments. But that is life - we all take risks.

Ronnie Wood

#16. I remember every good thing about you. Every sweet and perfect thing. And nothing else." He touched her chin, tipped it up to look into her wet brown eyes. Even smudged, they were gorgeous. The dawning light in them filled his heart, and healed it. "Nothing else.

V.S. Carnes

#17. His green-flecked brown eyes twinkle, and we laugh together, easy and light. He opens the door for me, and I say goodbye, floating over to where my family waits in our Winnebago. And I can't tell you if my feet actually touch the ground, because at this very moment, this Bird, well, she flies.

Alecia Whitaker

#18. Gandalf looked at him. My dear Bilbo! he said. Something is the matter with you! You are not the hobbit that you were.

J.R.R. Tolkien

#19. We had a very successful trip to Russia. We made it back.

Bob Hope

#20. He also had deep brown eyes, light brown skin and an infectious grin, even in the middle of a grueling SWAT workout. In short, exactly her type. If only he wasn't a teammate, making him off-limits. And if only she didn't have baggage from her past that weighed more than he did.

Elizabeth Heiter

#21. Carefully I opened my eyes and looked at him again. All his natural gifts were there in a blaze of light: the delicate but strong limbs, large sober brown eyes, and his mouth that for all the irony and sarcasm that could come out of it was childlike and ready to be kissed.

Anne Rice

#22. For reasons he couldn't understand a sadness came over him and it was then he saw the girl standing on the other side of the dirt road, her eyes pools of absolute sorrow, her light brown hair glowing in the splinters of sunlight that forced their way through the trees.

Melina Marchetta

#23. Can I help you? She was middle height and very pretty. He had an overall impression of fine bones and white linen, topped with a wealth of curly brown hair in a sort of half-tamed chignon. And in the middle of it all, the most extraordinary pair of light eyes, just the color of well-aged sherry.

Diana Gabaldon

#24. Everything contains its antithesis.

Juliet Stevenson