Quotes About Light In Her Eyes

#1. Keep hoping to see the light in her eyes. Even knowing it'll mean she's saying good-bye.

Karen Marie Moning

#2. She sat there, with her feet in the water, not doing a thing, and all I could think was that this woman had changed my life. She'd changed the very universe I lived in - not by her actions or words, but with the curl of her lips as she smiled and the light in her eyes when she gazed upon mine.

Helen Cooper

#3. She saw the scarlet thread of her lips, the light in her eyes, the family through their love, their children running barefoot in a fresh field.

David Paul Kirkpatrick

#4. The light in her eyes was beyond description, yet it did not instill improper thoughts: it inspired a love tempered by awe, purifying the hearts it inflamed.

Umberto Eco

#5. Deliberately she shrouded the light in her eyes, but it shone against her will in the faintly perceptible smile.

Leo Tolstoy

#6. When my mother talked about her brother, there was this light in her eyes. I thought, 'This is the basis of a novel.'

Per Petterson

#7. But then she came closer and we saw the light in her eyes we have been looking for ever since.

Jeffrey Eugenides

#8. It was only when the light in her eyes was extinguished, at the mention of her father, that Rupert realized how brightly it had burned.

Eva Ibbotson

#9. I have bought a house, but not possessedit." She was quite sure that the look in her eyes rivaled that of any light skirts on the streets of London. "And I am sold, but not yet enjoyed.

Eloisa James

#10. He switched off the light, came back and sat in the chair. In the darkness, Liesel kept her eyes open. She was watching the words.

Markus Zusak

#11. Alice in Wonderland, Alice down the rabbit hole, Alice out in Cyberspace, flung along the lines of data, flying across fields of light, the night cities that live only behind her eyes.

Melissa Scott

#12. I have an idea. Why don't we build a house honoring the Lord and go inside and close the doors and never come out again." Though she jested, he saw the desperate unhappiness in her eyes. "What light can shine from a closed house, beloved? God wants us in the world, not hiding from it." Her

Francine Rivers

#13. Ressurection of the little apple tree outside
my window, leaf-
light of late
in the April
called her eyes, forget
forget
but how
How does one go
about dying?
Who on earth
is going to teach me
The world is filled with people
who have never died

Franz Wright

#14. She opens her eyes slowly. It takes her a moment to adjust to the bright kitchen light, shining in her eyes. "Can we rearrange the furniture this weekend?" she asks sleepily. "So when I sleep out here, you don't shine all of Satan's fiery hell lights in my eyes first thing in the morning?

Lisa McMann

#15. he saw her face and there was light again. There, in ...her face, her eyes, there in the spot where Mukti stood, there was his world. All the memories that gave cohesion to the sights and sounds around him were tied up with her.
Mukti gave his life meaning.
She was his life...

Neha Yazmin

#16. In the darkness of the cave, there is a light inside her eyes that makes my heart beat faster. I know the emotions I see there are also reflected in my own gaze though I have never felt this way before. Beh softly repeats the same three sounds, followed by my name-sound.

Shay Savage

#17. he'd looked as tall and cool as ever, but a faint panicked light in his blue eyes had put her oddly in mind of a cat that had just had an inadvertent ride in a dryer.

Lois McMaster Bujold

#18. She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes.

Frank Deford

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

Willa Cather

#20. The worst change about her, however, was in her eyes. The light was gone from them. They were dull. Empty.

Maddy Lanslots

#21. 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

#22. He turned back, and there was an odd light in his eyes. "Did I ever tell you that I can't live without you?" he said.
"No," she said. "You can tell me about it when we survive." She could barely breathe, death was eating its way toward her, and she wanted to laugh out loud with the joy of it.

Anne Stuart

#23. 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

#24. No - the light in Tamani's eyes was much more than a reflection. It was the fire that melted her anger and devestated her resolve, every single time she saw it.

Aprilynne Pike

#25. Now her smile was like the bleakness of the sun in a cold winter sky. It gave light but no warmth, perhaps because there was no matching warmth in her eyes.

Margaret Weis

#26. You have to understand when it hurt to love her, it hurt the way the light hurts your eyes in the middle of the night, but I had to see.

Andrea Gibson

#27. Tremble had a secret. Underneath his dreary exterior, he was quite interesting. When his penchant for investigating the area's past was indulged, a light shown in his eyes and he became almost passionate, which is why his wife kept a stack of local history books on her bedside table.

Christopher Fowler

#28. Lily opened the door. "Maude, would you - " She cut herself off. Maude was nowhere in sight, but Caliban was across the room, holding a page of her play to the light of the fire. His eyes were intent, his brow slightly creased - and he was quite obviously reading the page.

Elizabeth Hoyt

#29. We all make mistakes. There's a place we can take those to. There's a thing we can nail them to." Her eyes close for a moment and she sees the cross in the shadows of the fading light. "You can nail it to the cross and let it go, Dan. You can let someone else take that burden.

Travis Thrasher

#30. She continued toward the light, content and satisfied in both body and mind. She broke the surface and gasped a full breath into her lungs, her head buzzing with endorphins.
Leaping into flight, she saw a pair of icy, watching dragon eyes a moment too late.

Susannah Scott

#31. She knelt at the side of my bed, kissed my cheek, and I woke, rubbed my eyes, looked up at her dreamily. The hall light shone in my eyes. There was a halo in her hair. It must have been that Tupperware bowl on her head.

Laura Kasischke

#32. She died early the next morning, her hand in mine, as the sun flooded through her window and the light in those luminous eyes of hers faded away forever.

Michael Schmicker

#33. The sun rolls along up Fourteenth Street and the ghost of a habit turns Cat's face into the light. She shields her eyes and looks east, half expecting to see her father, a sun-blown shadow in the diorama box of his newsstand.

Cari Luna

#34. Tuon's eyes snapped open, and despite the dim light, she focused directly on Mat. She saw the knife in his hand, ready to throw.
Then she looked over her shoulder.

Robert Jordan

#35. The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall

John Green

#36. She gave anyone who saw her a sensation of April and of dawn. There was dew in her eyes. Cosette was a condensation of auroral light in womanly form.

Victor Hugo

#37. The sun's in my eyes and it's difficult to see. The shape of her is distorted by the light, circles of her silhouette removed as if by a pastry cutter.

Emma Healey

#38. I lost myself in her eyes. "I need you to know, you're my light in all this darkness. I don't want this to end."

She traced her finger along my lips. "Then don't die for me tomorrow. Live.

Lisa Kessler

#39. 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

#40. When the light that kisses the back of her eyes were birthed, her ancestors were not yet born. How many human lives have ended in the time it took that light to reach her?

How many people have loved only to have lost? How countless, the hopes that have died?

But not this one.

Amie Kaufman

#41. She looked out the window; in her eyes was the light that you see only in children arriving at a new place, or in young people still open to new influences, still curious about the world because they have not yet been scarred by life.

Orhan Pamuk

#42. The gentle fair on nervous tea relies,
Whilst gay good-nature sparkles in her eyes;
An inoffensive scandal fluttering round,
Too rough to tickle, and too light to wound.

George Crabbe

#43. He was overwhelmed by the love he felt for her; tears filled his eyes and the ache in his throat ran deep into his chest. He ran down the hill to the river, through the light rain until th pain faded like fog mist. He stood and watched the rainy dawn, and he knew he would find her again.

Leslie Marmon Silko

#44. To finally meet Alayna's eyes. Though I'm torn and uncertain, there is one truth that does not waver - I am in love with Alayna Withers. I will do anything for her. She is my light, and I will fight like hell to keep her from my darkness. Whatever that takes.

Laurelin Paige

#45. It was in looking up at him her aspect had caught its lustre - the light repeated in her eyes beamed first out of his.

Charlotte Bronte

#46. 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

#47. Her eyes in the half-light suggested night and violets, and for a moment he stirred again to that half-forgotten remoteness of the afternoon.

F Scott Fitzgerald

#48. In certain fiction, she perceives truths that she rarely finds in nonfiction; therefore, in her quest to better understand the world and the meaning of her life, she reads those novels that suggest a world of wonders, dark and light, forever unfolding for eyes willing to see.

Dean Koontz

#49. Captain Jack said he'd take some of you if he couldn't have all of you," he said, the mirth in his eyes making light of her ire. "And you let him?" "Seems a small price to pay to keep you." "When? How?" she sputtered. "Near dawn, with his scalping knife." "While I slept?

Laura Frantz

#50. But when Marie laughed, when her mouth curved in a perfect arch, when her eyes became the combined colors of hydrogen on the visible light spectrum, when the manifestation of happiness as perfect music passed her lips, then time stopped. Just

Penny Reid

#51. A nine-year-old girl, just a kid, and yet there was something ageless in her eyes - not a child, not an adult - just an ongoing everness, that same pinprick of absolute lasting light that I see today in my own eyes as Timmy smiles at Tim from the graying photographs of that time.

Tim O'Brien

#52. 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

#53. If a soul is not honoring his or her journey by dimming his or her own light, a Guardian of Light steps forward on behalf of that soul and states, I am going to honor you, for I know you hold immense value in the eyes of the Universe and I can still see your light.

Molly Friedenfeld

#54. I began to see how deep the well of her loving was, and how much her happiness and confidence depended on drawing that love into the light, and sharing it. And love was beautiful in her. It was a clear sky she gave us with those eyes, and a summer morning with her smile.

Gregory David Roberts

#55. No matter how long I live, I will always remember the way the light went out of her eyes, like a candle flame caught in an unexpected wind.

Jodi Picoult

#56. The glittering stars in her eyes were going nova, like they weren't merely reflecting light but, instead, projecting it.

Daniel Waters

#57. Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.

Jessica Sorensen

#58. Stormtail watching Moonflower with a light in his eyes that made Goosefeather's stomach clench. Of all the warriors, would Moonflower choose him as her mate?

Erin Hunter

#59. She looked from the hilt protruding between her breasts into the eyes of the boy she loved. The golden light in them enfolded her and her heart stopped beating, leaving the ghost of her smile on her mouth. Her vacant eyes mirrored something infinitely close to peace.

Farrah Naseem

#60. When he reached her, he put his hand on her shoulder and searched her face in the dim light. "Valten." She said his name on a happy sigh as she looked into his eyes. He put his arms around her, pulling her against his chest.

Melanie Dickerson

#61. Er eyes were the color of faraway love
her arms were matching topazes
her lips moved soundlessly in the coral light
and ultimately, she left by the door..

Pablo Neruda

#62. I believe in that line from An Imperial Affliction. 'The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.' That's God, I think, the rising sun, and the light is too bright and her eyes are losing but they aren't lost.

John Green

#63. 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

#64. Myrnin froze, staring at her. He really was amazing, she thought; when he had that light in his eyes, it was possible to see past the crazy behavior and clothing chaos and recognize him as just ... beautiful. The longing in his face was breathtaking.

Rachel Caine

#65. She held a bluebell up to the light; and Dunstan could not but observe that the color of sunlight glittering through the purple crystal was inferior in both hue and shade to that of her eyes.

Neil Gaiman

#66. Queenie, herself again, took hold of Maddie's hand and squeezed it tightly. She walked all the way back across the airfield without letting it go. Maddie closed her eyes and flew again in the ethereal pale green light. She knew she would never let it go.

Elizabeth Wein

#67. There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.

Ray Bradbury

#68. She scowled at him until a light appeared in her intelligent eyes, as if she had had an epiphany. Are you an illegal alien?

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#69. As Jack's eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, he saw the ground covered in white and, in the light of Garrett"s lantern, snowflakes spinning and falling.
He took hold of Mabel's hand, and when she turned to him, he saw in her eyes the joy and sorrow of a lifetime.
"It's snowing," she said.

Eowyn Ivey