Top 100 She Had Eyes Quotes
#1. She had eyes that bore deep into his heart, bringing a sweet warm wave of assurance within; eyes that cradled him in the crisp black-and-white world on the other side of the picture, where life was, at least, beautifully lit.
Stephen Mosley
#2. That meant I could come back whenever I could manage it. And she was telling me to go. She knew the decision was too big a load for me to carry by myself. She knew me through and through. She had eyes in the back of her heart.
Richard Peck
#3. A check girl in peach-bloom Chinese pajamas came over to take my hat and disapprove of my clothes. She had eyes like strange sins.
Raymond Chandler
#6. And all we knew about her that we didn't know the night before was that she had eyes like pansies and skin like the moon.
Glenda Millard
#8. Fatima's hair, what was left of it, had pulled free of the coil into which she'd put it before striking the match. Her face was now black and shiny, as if an artist commissioned to lacquer the eyes of a statue of
Katherine Boo
#9. She opened her eyes and touched her lips, as though he had just kissed them. She could taste him.
Jean M. Grant
#11. I don't shave," she interjected, stopping my train of thought again. "You don't shave?" I asked, my eyes traveling to her bare legs. "No." "Ever?" I asked inanely. Her legs had been smooth when I took off her sandal last night. "Yes, ever," Layna answered. "Everywhere?
Libby Austin
#12. She had the wild look of someone who hadn't slept in twenty-four hours, with purplish semicircles underneath both her eyes. Being eighteen was like being made out of rubber and cocaine.
Emma Straub
#13. Sylvi wished she could gouge out the look in Dorogin's stony eyes, and change the course of history. She wished Fthoom had been eaten by a sea monster.
Robin McKinley
#14. She sensed it, saw my eyes wet with tears, and only then must have discovered I was no longer the man I had been, and I endured her glance with a courage I never thought I had.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#15. Well that wasn't too bad," I said, leaning against my car.
"Yeah, maybe for you since I had most of his weight."
"Well, you're a lot stronger than me."
"Oh, whatever, Aislin, you're just as strong as me," she said, rolling her eyes.
Raven Hudgins
#16. She closed her eyes for a moment, remembering how it had felt to see Sir Gerek appear, reaching down and pulling her up. She sighed deeply. His arms were so strong and comforting around her, holding her tight against his broad chest. She drew in a hiccupped breath, a cross between a laugh and a sob.
Melanie Dickerson
#17. I thought you only had eyes for your ship."
God, she was beautiful. "Until I met you.
Lisa Kessler
#18. She almost cried out with relief when she saw the eyes of the boy who had never backed down. She saw the eyes of the boy who had first stepped forward to fight Orc and later Caine and Drake and Penny. She saw Sam Temple. Her Sam Temple.
Michael Grant
#19. When she had gone, Thorne let out a low whistle. "I know, I know. She seems a little" - crossing his eyes, he swirled both fingers around his ears - "but it's really part of her charm, once you get to know her.
Marissa Meyer
#20. 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
#21. There she stood. Dark circles ringed her eyes. Her face was pale, almost snow-white. She probably hadn't slept, either. She was still wearing the same dress. Her hair looked like a bomb had gone off. She was beautiful.
Daniel Ehrenhaft
#22. to myself as I glanced over at her thick ass lying naked next to me. I was so in love with her smooth cocoa skin and that fat ghetto ass. She had me hypnotized by her big brown eyes... that long black hair...and her smell!!! Damn my bitch was fine and I loved the shit out of her, but
Niki Jilvontae
#23. She had been a princess in a faraway kingdom when a jolt like a thousand bolts of electricity forced her eyes wide open.
C.E. Weisman
#24. And here," she said. "Let me fix your tie." She tugged on his bow tie, her eyes appraising him, and he basked in it. He had left his tie crooked on purpose, just so she could straighten it.
Elin Hilderbrand
#25. The Greeks described her eyes as 'oxlike'. Believe it or not, that was a compliment. It meant she had large, soft brown eyes that you could get lost in. I guess the Greeks spent a lot of time staring at oxen.
Rick Riordan
#26. She fought back the tears in her eyes, because though she no longer felt she was one of the Clayr, she still felt she was a librarian and always would be, no matter what else she had become as well.
Garth Nix
#27. She had on a blue bonnet, and with a pair of lovely eyes of the same colour, has contrived to make me feel devilish odd about the heart.
Susanna Rowson
#28. It had occurred to Pecola some time ago that if her eyes, those eyes that held the pictures, and knew the sights - if those eyes of hers were different, that is to say, beautiful, she herself would be different.
Toni Morrison
#29. She stared at him and swallowed. The laugh had been so real, so deep. This was the man she had married. She didn't need food. She could live forever on the warm glow in his eyes.
J.R. Biery
#30. And, if she did, I wondered if she could see in my eyes that it had been good, so good for me; it was making me want to kneel at her feet right now.
Christina Lauren
#31. No, they're not starbusts." He continued to touch each mark. "They're angel kisses. It's like angels kissed your hands all over." His eyes rose to meet hers. They were filled with kindness and compassion. Something she had felt little of the past year. (Peter)
Angie Stanton
#32. I looked at her, exhausted in the hospital bed, and she looked at you, and you looked at me looking at her with eyes that had never known anything else, and for a moment there I swear we saw each other with a clarity that nothing can alter, not time, not heartbreak, not death.
Garth Risk Hallberg
#33. Karou saw them with her human eyes, this army she had rendered more monstrous than ever nature had, and she knew what the world would see in them if they flew to fight the Dominion: demons, nightmares, evil. The sight of the seraphim would be heralded as a miracle. But chimaera? The apocalypse.
Laini Taylor
#34. Ah, so that must have been her mystery: she had discovered a trail into the forest. Surely that was where she went during her absences. Returning with her eyes filled with gentleness & ignorance, eyes made whole. An ignorance so vast that inside it all the world's wisdom could be contained & lost.
Clarice Lispector
#35. She now had a faraway look in her eyes, and I experienced the unfamiliar, yet intense need to hold her and protect her from the world, but most of all from me.
B.B. Reid
#36. Blackwell had become that jaguar she'd evoked the first time she'd laid eyes on him. His shoulders rolled and bunched just so he settled in for a feast.
Kerrigan Byrne
#37. That was Kate's first thought. Phoebe had said cute. She'd said he was a nice guy. She had mentioned the killer smile and blue eyes, but she had failed to warn Kate that she wouldn't be able to breathe when she actually met Tucker's gaze directly.
Erin Nicholas
#38. She was not too tall, and of a voluptuous build, so that my eyes wandered amid many charms that hitherto had been strangers to them.
E.T.A. Hoffmann
#39. Tears began to surge up into her eyes, and she found herself doubling up her fists, with the thumbs inside, as she had done as a child; she felt her jaw wobble, and when she spoke her voice could hardly be heard.
Philip K. Dick
#40. Godfrey's wife Charmian sat with her eyes closed, attempting to put her thoughts into alphabetical order which Godfrey had told her was better than no order at all, since she now had grasp of neither logic nor chronology.
Muriel Spark
#41. I just want you, Trevor," she said, knowing nothing else mattered as long as she had him.
"You have me, sweetheart," he said, pulling away just far enough so that he could look into her eyes. "I promise you will always have me.
R.L. Mathewson
#42. the purpose of so much of her life, she had won she had won. Smiling, she closed her eyes and drifted towards death.
Reay Tannahill
#43. The first time he'd laid eyes on Renee's sister he'd been hooked. Hooked on her scent. The sound of her voice. Her prickly demeanor. Oh how he loved that she could be so bitchy. She was a woman who would brook no bullshit, though he had the feeling she hadn't always been so.
Lauren Dane
#44. You're not my words, Emma." I said, standing up and staring at the door while pretending to be gazing deep into her pretty hazel eyes. "But you're my numbers. You're all of my numbers." I paused, listened, and figured she had fallen asleep. "You're my infinity.
Morgan Parker
#45. Sorry," Cath said, rubbing her eyes. Levi had been needling her all night. Teasing her. Trying to get her to come out of her head and play. "I just need to finish this chapter if I want Wren to read it before she falls asleep.
Rainbow Rowell
#46. If she thought she'd seen his eyes burn before, it was nothing compared to what they were doing now. Frost had never been so hot.
J.R. Ward
#47. Her blue, almond-shaped eyes - now even more elongated - had altered in appearance; they were indeed of the same colour, but seemed to have passed into a liquid state. So much so that, when she closed them, it was as though a pair of curtains had been drawn to shut out a view of the sea.
Marcel Proust
#48. He kissed her so gently she wondered if she had imagined it. She pulled back slightly, to look into his eyes. And then there was a shot.
Jodi Picoult
#49. His attitude had always been that if a woman clearly indicated that she did not want anything more to do with him, he would go on his way. Not respecting such a message would in his eyes, show a lack of respect for her.
Stieg Larsson
#50. So I went up and there she was, the girl with the pure and innocent dear eyes that I had always searched for and for so long. We agreed to love each other madly.
Jack Kerouac
#51. At which Charion Pratt blushed girlishly, to her own furious embarrassment, yet the eye she cast upon the little coxcomb was not unlike that which a certain toad had once cast upon her: for there is never anything but apparent paradox in the choices made by lovers.
Michael Moorcock
#52. That only shows you have no heart,' she said. But her eyes said that she knew he had a heart, and that was why she was afraid of him
Leo Tolstoy
#53. Hope had been beaten to death. She dried her eyes, shut down her heart, and plunged herself into an emotional coma. So much easier not to feel.
Shannon Hale
#54. She was the one. Our time together seemed to flash before my eyes, all of our many conversations, ranging from our deepest thoughts and hang-ups to the strange and funny. It was her. It had always been her.
Penelope Ward
#55. Tessa exhaled. She hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath until that moment. Will must have heard her, for he raised his head and his gaze met hers across the clearing. Something in it made her look away. Agony stripped so raw was not meant for her eyes.
Cassandra Clare
#56. Lucy seemed to be imprisoned by a legion of people in her life who always wanted what was right for her. And as a result, in the eyes of everyone, she had everything ... and yet she always, always felt she had nothing. No one.
C. JoyBell C.
#57. And I had the most disconcerting sensation: that in my memory she would look up from that game of solitaire and the sockets of her eyes would be empty.
Anne Rice
#58. Day, in a gazebo by a river in the middle of fucking nowhere in the Colorado Mountains, the man known throughout the dark, harsh, fetid, hostile underbelly of this great United States as Ghost got married to one of the most beautiful women Nick had ever laid eyes on. She
Kristen Ashley
#59. 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
#60. He was cold and wet, but somehow he barely felt it. He kept remembering Rose snuggled against his chest, the feel of her body in his arms. He closed his eyes as he recalled the way she had looked at him, the way she said I love you.
Melanie Dickerson
#61. I haven't had any visions about this! This seems seriously vision-worthy! Powers, help me out!" She closed her eyes. "Oh, no! I see ... darkness ahead!
Tui T. Sutherland
#62. He could not stand Alexia Tarabotti, even if her lovely brown eyes twinkled when she laughed, and she smelled good, and she had a particularly splendid figure.
Gail Carriger
#63. In her red dress and black boots, she stood straight and tall, blue eyes flashing with righteous fury, breasts rising and falling rapidly. Se had never looked more beautiful.
Trinity Faegen
#64. Her eyes were full of a hot liquid (she did not think of tears at first) which, without disturbing the firmness of her lips, made the air thick, rolled down her cheeks. She had perfect control of herself-Oh, yes!-in every other way.
Virginia Woolf
#65. Therese had read about that special pleasure people got from the fact that someone they loved was attractive in the eyes of other people, too. She simply didn't have it.
Patricia Highsmith
#66. I have had to make do. Whose eyes had he been looking into, all those years? Cristina wondered as she leaned forward. She didn't know why she did it, exactly; maybe it was the way his eyes stayed fixed on hers, as if he couldn't imagine anything more fascinating than looking at her.
Cassandra Clare
#67. Even her beauty had sharp edges. Her long ebony hair was cut like a razor blade. Her face was strong and fine.But her eyes. A milky green, they betrayed an air of vulnerability she seemed desperate to hide.
Laura Oliva
#68. The hollows around her eyes were darkly glamorous, her mouth sullen: she had the beauty of an insomniac.
Jardine Libaire
#69. They walked back through the village, and Miri kept her eyes on the ground before her. The whole world had shifted, and she was not sure she could keep her feet. She was her ma alive again. When Miri returned, she found Marda moved
Shannon Hale
#70. She narrowed her eyes and concentrated on his mouth. Name. He wanted her name. She had to think about it for a second before she remembered. Great. She must have hit her head. Which, duh, explained the headache.
Larissa Ione
#71. He snatched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his burred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#72. A woman could be cobra-thin and starving, but if she had grapefruit boobs and raccoon eyes, she was deliriously happy.
Toni Morrison
#73. Where are the eyes of my childhood, those fearful eyes she had thirty years ago, the eyes that made me?
Annie Ernaux
#74. 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
#75. His skin like grey bark, his eyes pale as a winter pool, time and age had worn my father to the bone. In our youth, he'd been a strict master lording over my lessons while tender with the flower of his heart, my sister Anabine. Ana, the lovely, blooming jewel. Zyndel, she of clever wit.
Jamie Wyman
#76. On the front porch where she had come to weigh them quietly with her eyes, her quietness a condemnation, the woman stood motionless.
Ray Bradbury
#77. Kerrigan?" she choked, cupping his face in both of her hands. "Come back to me."
Suddenly, he drew a deep breath before he opened his eyes to look up at her. Instead of their normal black hue, they were a bright, crystal blue - the same color they had been when he was human.
Kinley MacGregor
#78. Her green eyes came unafraid to his. The connection was so intense that it threatened to drain his sense of self. He felt that he had always known her, that she had always been a part of him, that her needs were his needs.
Terry Goodkind
#79. Since childhood she had walked the Devon rivers with her father looking for flowers and the nests of birds, passing some rocks and trees as old friends, seeing a Spirit everywhere, gentle in thought to all her eyes beheld.
Henry Williamson
#80. When she brought Mira up, Eve gave Roarke another glance. "Don't talk to him," she warned. "He can get bitchy when he's in this deep. I don't know if we have any of that tea stuff."
"I had it stocked, and I don't get bitchy. Bloody, buggering HELL."
Eve just rolled her eyes and got the tea.
J.D. Robb
#81. I changed it. I had to. Do you know why?" She studied him, her eyes grave. "Because that was then and this is now. Because the past is gone, even though it defines the present.
Stephen King
#82. Her eyes wandered back to the campus again, and she suddenly grew sober as the thought swept over her that in a few weeks more it would be hers no longer. This happy, irresponsible community life, which had come to be the only natural way of living, was suddenly at an end.
Jean Webster
#83. The girl stopped and looked as if she might pull back in surprise, but instead stood regarding Montag with eyes so dark and shining and alive, that he felt he had said something quite wonderful. But he knew his his mouth had only moved to say hello,
Ray Bradbury
#84. We were led to a pediatric ophthalmologist. It's a hard date for me, April 14, 1998. The doctor came back from the examining room and told us she had tumors in both eyes.
Hunter Tylo
#85. He felt his body stirring again at the memory of what she had been like under him.
Rowena's eyes widened as she noticed it herself. "Does it do that a lot?"
He shook his head and pulled her closer to him. "Only when I think of you."
-Rowena & Stryder
Kinley MacGregor
#86. she'd only looked at him for a second before she'd walked out of the woods, Jenny had registered the odd light in his eyes and
Judith McNaught
#87. 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
#88. With twice his wits, she had to see things through his eyes
one of the tragedies of married life.
Virginia Woolf
#89. Kami has to give him points for being mature. He looked at her, blue eyes earnest, and she had to give him many more points for being charming.
Sarah Rees Brennan
#90. Sometimes when she told stories about the past her eyes would get teary from all the memories she had, but they weren't tears. She wasn't crying. They were just the memories, leaking out.
Ruth Ozeki
#91. The divorce papers remained unopened in the crisp yellow envelope. He had thrown it on his desk without a backward glance. Between his lashes, his dark chocolate eyes burned with fury but there was something else in the depths that she hadn't seen in a long time, passion.
Suzan Battah
#92. Intentionally, or unintentionally, Kat had spoken with her eyes; tenderly and lovingly conveying a message to Freya that her tongue wouldn't let her speak. It was glaringly obvious they both felt it. The words were not important. The pauses, gazes, and drawn out breaths were what mattered.
Kiki Archer
#93. Tears had poured from her eyes without any change in her facial expression. It's pure pain and pure surrender when your soul cries without any fight from your body and that's how I knew she was deeply affected.
Renee Carlino
#94. Shh. Please don't cry. I'm so sorry. Here.
She opened her eyes to see him pull a tissue from his jeans. He handed it to her and she used it to press away her tears.
He carried tissues around in his pockets for her, even on nights when he had no expectation of seeing her.
Becky Wade
#95. She had wondered, when he'd looked into her eyes and said that he'd had to learn to make do without mirrors in the Wild Hunt, whose eyes he'd been looking into for all those years. Who'd been his mirror.
Now she knew.
Cassandra Clare
#96. By the end, she cleaned the house so much that she had dust in her eyes and her throat, her knees were scrapped a little and her back ached while she suffered from weary arms. But after everything was done, the once dark, dingy and dirty house was shining bright and looked so alive!
Prerna Varma
#97. She does not know how to measure her life. When Sam was alive, she measured it through his love. She had always measured herself through the look in his eyes. She is afraid of admitting that to herself.
Benjamin Alire Saenz
#98. I cannot help but find it telling that she successfully felled two grown men in a single day." Mater's eyes slid to Corbin's bruised face. "If I had to guess, I would say she has experience defending herself physically against men. Not a very comforting thought.
Sarah M. Eden
#99. As she entered and locked eyes with Mr Vaughn Granger for only the second time ever, she was aware of two things; one, coming to his office had been a huge mistake and two; she was totally and utterly screwed.
Jade Reyner
#100. What is it, liebchen? The term of endearment, and the tenderness that had returned to his eyes, made her knees weak. She wanted to throw her arms around him and kiss him once more, but she resisted. Just barely.
Melanie Dickerson
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