Top 100 Sweet Eyes Quotes
#1. But this guy ... this guy makes me pause. Makes me forget all of that. Dark, tumbly hair, thick brows, dangerously sweet eyes. Sensuous mouth, tiny smirk barely hidden at its corner. He's got a poets mouth. Artistic, expressive.
Amie Kaufman
#3. O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes;
Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching Earth;
Lie close around her; leave no room for mirth
With its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs.
She hath no questions, she hath no replies.
Jeffrey Eugenides
#4. Sloane motioned for him to follow and Dex did, happily, his eyes glued to Sloane's ass. Sweet Aunt Jemima, what he wouldn't give to have a piece of that tasty - "You hungry?" "Starved," Dex muttered, clearing his throat and tearing his gaze away.
Charlie Cochet
#5. If you hear screaming, it's my meltdown. Do me a favor and make sure I stay dressed."
Those hazel eyes took their sweet time taking in every inch of my body. "I make no promises.
Ashlan Thomas
#6. I spent most of my youth hauling sides of beef and pork to my father's shop. Carrying you is far more enjoyable."
"How sweet," Annabelle mumbled sickly, her eyes closed. "Every woman dreams of being told that she's preferable to a dead cow.
Lisa Kleypas
#7. I must be mad, or very tired, When the curve of a blue bay beyond a railroad track Is shrill and sweet to me like the sudden springing of a tune, And the sight of a white church above thin trees in a city square Amazes my eyes as though it were the Parthenon.
Amy Lowell
#8. This time she looked right at him and that heat burned just a little bit hotter when he caught the full power of a pair of baby blue eyes, a perfectly straight nose and lips naked of any dressing but a sweet, if not aloof, smile.
Christyne Butler
#9. Don't. Please don't say it."
I search his eyes. For what, I don't know. "Why?"
"Because I don't want you to. I need you to come back to me. Not to help me. Or to help my father. I'm done with that. I don't want your help. It all boils down to you. I just want you.
M. Leighton
#10. Elise?" He looked at her with a pleading, puppy-dog expression in his eyes.
"Yes?"
"I love you.
Nicky Charles
#11. He cups my face
with both hands
leans in,
eyes lingering a
sweet second
before his lips
are there on mine,
teasing,
playing,
tasting,
kissing.
When he pulls away,
I'm breathless.
He nuzzles my ear.
"Now that's thrilling."
You got that right.
Lisa Schroeder
#12. No!
I don't love you!
I just like you, a little.
Your lips are sweet,
and your eyes are precious to me.
No!
I don't love you!
I just like you, a little.
...
Zorica Savron
#13. I hand over some files to and her eyes meet mine, all cool and sweet like a snow-cone in July.
Liz Reinhardt
#14. Eyes watching always
Shadows in shadows they wait
A black feather falls
First accepted, loved
Then betrayed-spit in the face
Vengeance sweet like dots.
Kristin Cast
#15. That was when I lost it. I couldn't take any more. Not with him that close, his deep voice that sweet, his hand on me, his eyes looking into mine like he could see into my soul.
Kristen Ashley
#16. No way that was a act. She really is that gullible. She really is dumb as a sack of moondust."
"Yet very sweet."
Eve rolled her eyes toward him. "I think you have to have a penis to get that impression.
J.D. Robb
#17. Ya game is fine, but ya booze-eyes are a problem. Not like ya ta drink this much. I reckon ya banjo'd, so ya are.
JoAnne Kenrick
#18. He cupped my face in his hands and wiped my tears with his thumbs.
"Better?"
"Yes."
He looked into my eyes and said, "I'll never leave you alone, Anna. Not if I can help it.
Tracey Garvis-Graves
#19. I like that people can just look at you and know that you are taken, that you are mine." He closed his eyes and laughed. "And yes, I know that sentiment is at the top of the Women's Liberation Movement's list of things not to say to a modern woman.
Patricia Briggs
#20. My heart quickened when I caught a flash of red entering the lunchroom. At the corner door farthest from me, Echo paused and performed a quick scan. She held her books tight to her chest, sleeves clutched in her hands. Our eyes met. Her green eyes melted and she gave me that beautiful siren smile
Katie McGarry
#21. She knew about young boys - she'd spent the last year taking care of them. They were tough and reckless and yet at the same time so very sweet and vulnerable. Their cheeks were soft and their eyes apologized even as they fought to assert their independence with too smart mouths.
Elizabeth Hoyt
#22. Husbands lie, Masha. I should know; I've eaten my share. That's lesson one. Lesson number two: among the topics about which a husband is most likely to lie are money, drink, black eyes, political affiliation, and women who squatted on his lap before and after your sweet self.
Catherynne M Valente
#23. His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced flowers that lies; And winking Mary-buds begin To ope their golden eyes: With every thing that pretty is, My lady sweet, arise.
William Shakespeare
#24. He never looks away, searching my eyes for truth. His reaction has left my heart pounding, shocked at how quick he was to dismiss any fault I may have had. I wish he was just as quick to dismiss his own faults, but he isn't.
Colleen Hoover
#25. I promise you that this isn't going to be our future, Kitten. I will give that to you - a normal life."
Her eyes glistened. "I don't expect a normal life. I just expect a life with you
Jennifer L. Armentrout
#26. In a paradise with sweet laughs for bird-notes, and blue eyes for a heaven.
George Eliot
#27. I know the way you can get / When you have not had a drink of Love: / Your face hardens, / Your sweet muscles cramp. / Children become concerned / About a strange look that appears in your eyes / Which even begins to worry your own mirror / And nose.
Hafez
#28. One look in your eyes and there I see just what you mean to me. Here in my heart I believe your love is all I'll ever need
Luther Vandross
#29. Happiest time of youth and life, when love is first spoken and returned; when the dearest eyes are daily shining welcome, and the fondest lips never tire of whispering their sweet secrets; when the parting look that accompanies "Good night!" gives delightful warning of tomorrow.
William Makepeace Thackeray
#30. He's really sweet, actually."
"I don't think we're talking about the same Sed. Sedric Lionheart. Tall guy. Broad shoulders. Blue eyes. Short black hair. Body befitting a Greek god. Sings. La la la la.
Olivia Cunning
#31. Two features would be with her always. Her chin was firm and her mouth was as sweet as a flower and very wide and pink. Her hazel eyes were sharp and intelligent and completely fearless.
John Steinbeck
#32. You don't need to sweet-talk me to get sex, babe."
My eyes smiled. "Well that kind of knowledge could have saved me months of uncomfortable expressions of love.
Samantha Young
#33. You're Mara, you're sweet, you're beautiful and I will not forget until the day I die how beautiful it felt to slide inside you with you wrapped around me, see your eyes get wet and know straight in my gut that you felt how beautiful it was too.
Kristen Ashley
#34. I know you can take care of yourself," he said, with absolute certainty. His vivid eyes probed hers. With the same underlying resolve, he lifted a hand and brushed her cheek with his fingertips. "I just don't think ... you shouldn't have to.
Angela N. Blount
#35. The green eyes in the carefully sweet face were turbulent, willful, lusty with life, distinctly at variance with her decorous demeanor. Her manners had been imposed upon her ... her eyes were her own.
Margaret Mitchell
#36. Violet! sweet violet! Thine eyes are full of tears; Are they wet Even yet With the thought of other years?
James Russell Lowell
#37. Of many magics, one is watching a beloved sleep: free of eyes and awareness, you for a sweet moment hold the heart of him; helpless, he is then all, and however irrationally, you have trusted him to be, man-pure, child-tender.
Truman Capote
#38. 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
#39. When the enemy is awake and around, don't ever shut your eyes even for a single second no matter how sweet and tempting the sleep.
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#40. That girl's heart is bigger than Texas." Her eyes narrowed. "And it's as tender as a baby's butt. You take care with it, you hear?
Rachel Harris
#41. She looked at him, his soft brown eyes and tall form, and contemplated raising herself on her toes and kissing his ear, or his cheek ...
Instead, impulsively before leaving, she reached up and smoothed his mussed hair.
Mr. Bradford beamed.
Heather Dixon
#42. Where the mouth is sweet and the eyes intelligent, there is always the look of beauty, with a right heart.
Leigh Hunt
#43. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast!
Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest.
William Shakespeare
#44. And all of us with our closed eyes smelled the frangipani blossoms in the big rectangles of open wall, flowers so sweet they conjure up sin or heaven, depending on which way you are headed.
Barbara Kingsolver
#45. I saw with open eyes, Singing birds sweet, Sold in the shops, For the people to eat, Sold in the shops of, Stupidity Street.
Ralph Hodgson
#46. Amusement made her blue eyes sparkle as she smiled up at him. Her hand moved slightly until one beautiful breast was exposed to him. The air left his lungs then returned in a rush.
"You, sweet witch, are playing with fire," he whispered hoarsely.
"Perhaps I should help you put it out.
Monica Burns
#47. Imagine a guy. He's a little taller than you, with perfect skin, skin that just screams "touch me!" and dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he looks so sweet and he is sweet. And then have him blush a little.
Elizabeth Scott
#48. I shall talk to you through trees, through the arms of dancers, through sweet words uttered by many lovers.
The arms of dancers round you shall be my arms.
The eyes of men admiring you shall be my eyes.
I have many arms, many eyes.
It is that, loving you, I have become many lovers.
Jose Garcia Villa
#49. You need to look hot now that you've got three guys giving you the eye.""
Three?"
"Sweet blue-eyed blond trapper ... Muscled blond trapper number two, who buys you cards ... And that gorgeous, 'Where have you been all my life' dude with the raven-black hair and dark eyes.
Jana Oliver
#50. Death darkens his eyes, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song is the last he sings: Live so, my Love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet it may waft thee home.
Marcus Tullius Cicero
#51. He looked at the piles of food again, and it was like he was seeing it with new eyes. "This is wrong", he thought, "Letting food rot while people die of hunger. It's evil." ...
He breathed in the too-sweet smell of rotting food, "I can stop this evil.
Margaret Peterson Haddix
#52. Pru had gotten under his skin, and like her, he wanted more. So much more. He wanted to know her secrets, the ones that sometimes put those shadows in her eyes. He wanted to know what made her tick. And more than anything, he wanted to taste her again.
Every inch of her.
Jill Shalvis
#53. 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
#54. Oh yeah. Baby, so good." He had to release her nipple, had to hold her face in his hands, stare into her eyes. "So damned tight. Sweet. Ride me, sweetheart. Ride me out of hell.
Lora Leigh
#55. Woe to those who call evil good and good evil ... who put darkness for light and light for darkness ... who put bitter for sweet and sweet for bitter. Woe to those who are wise in their own eyes and clever in their own sight. Issiah 5:20,21
Nikki Rosen
#56. Come back, true love! Sweet youth, return!
But time goes on, and will, unheeding,
Though hands will reach, and eyes will yearn,
And the wild days set true hearts bleeding.
Conrad Aiken
#58. But they were different. Weary, not sweet. The skin above Jed's eyes fell soft, releasing the worries before they could stick.
Charles M. Blow
#59. Mothers are the place that we call home. On them we rest our heads and close our eyes. There's no one else who grants the same soft peace, happiness, contentment, sweet release, erasing righttime tears with lullabies, restoring the bright sun that makes us bloom.
Nick Gordon
#60. We are not born innocent, simply unmeasured ... Until the outside is inflicted on the inside, then the brutal war begins. We are not born to compassion either - large wide eyes and sweet demeanor notwithstanding.
Steven Erikson
#61. Don't stay away from me anymore."
I stop myself, just barely, from telling him I won't. I can't promise that. Can't lie.
He opens his eyes. Stares starkly, bleakly. "I need you.
Sophie Jordan
#62. Jean-Claude gave a low theatrical bow, never taking his eyes from her. After you, my sweet. A lady should always walk before a gentleman, never behind.
Laurell K. Hamilton
#63. Once he was gone, I closed my eyes and pulled in everything from our short time together: the way he stared at me, the playful smiles, the sweet kisses. I thought about them over and over as I got ready for bed, wondering if Maxon was doing the same thing.
Kiera Cass
#64. Rocking on a lazy billow
With roaming eyes,
Cushioned on a dreamy pillow,
Thou art now wise.
Wake the power within thee slumbering,
Trim the plot that's in thy keeping,
Thou wilt bless the task when reaping
Sweet labour's prize.
John Stuart Blackie
#65. Do you love me, Ally?" he asked in his sweet voice.
I stared into his eyes. I drew in a breath.
Then I answered, "Yes, Ren. I love you.
Kristen Ashley
#66. The most remarkable thing about him were his eyes. They were laughing eyes, at once both joyous and tender: they were the radiant pale blue of a sky slipping toward evening in Heaven, when angels who had been sweet all day found themselves tempted to sin.
Cassandra Clare
#67. Staring into his eyes, she noticed a thin circle of gray around the green.
A SILVER LINING, she thought.
Rachel Harris
#68. You don't like birthdays, Aelan?" The silver eyes ran over her gently. "Because I can help you love birthdays...trust me." ~Nolan
Sarah Brocious
#69. The things that were once sweet to me are now bitter. The sun is not half so bright. The stars seem dimmer. All this wealth and luxury feels meaningless. All the world is in your shadow, Zahra. I cannot help but see you when I close my eyes.
Jessica Khoury
#70. War I abhor, and yet how sweet The sound along the marching street Of drum and fife, and I forget Wet eyes of widows, and forget Broken old mothers, and the whole Dark butchery without a soul.
Seneca The Younger
#71. O spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise / In the young children's eyes. / But I have learnt the years, and know the yet / Leaf-folded violet.
Alice Meynell
#72. A heat full of coldness, a sweet full of bitterness, a pain full of pleasantness, which maketh thoughts have eyes and hearts ears, bred by desire, nursed by delight, weaned by jealousy, kill'd by dissembling, buried by ingratitude, and this is love.
John Lyly
#73. Oh, those warm days of stumbling words; blinded eyes, embracing in sweet slow dances and sipping courage from a bottle for sneaking kisses.
Kellie Elmore
#74. Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly, Westly,
darling Westly, adored Westly, sweet perfect Westly, whisper that I have a chance to win your love. And with that, she dared the bravest thing she'd ever done: she looked right into his eyes.
He closed the door in her face.
William Goldman
#75. Give me a look, give me a face, That makes simplicity a grace Robes loosely flowing, hair as free Such sweet neglect more taketh me Than all the adulteries of art: They strike mine eyes, but not my heart.
Ben Jonson
#76. Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
William Shakespeare
#77. I mean now to try and see her as soon as I can: or perhaps, on second thoughts, I had better not; it is better I should behold her through the eyes of her lover. To my sight, perhaps, she would not appear as she now stands before me; and why should I destroy so sweet a picture?
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
#78. I thought of my sweet little girl and her chubby cheeks, big brown eyes and long brown hair with bangs that constantly needed trimming. She was all that really mattered in this world, and I could not keep moping over some guy who came in and out of my life faster than a season of American Idol.
Kate Madison
#79. I looked into Blake's eyes, remembering my lost marble and thinking that even though it was gone forever, there could be another match out there. There might be another guy who would kiss my forehead, a guy who was just as sweet as strong enough to choose me over everybody else
Lorraine Zago Rosenthal
#80. Because your eyes are slant and slow,
Because your hair is sweet to touch,
My heart is high again; but oh,
I doubt if this will get me much.
Dorothy Parker
#81. They smile that smile, they bat those eyes. They steal with hello, they kill you with goodbye. They're the perfect drug. As you're walking away, you hear that sweet voice, 'Stay.
Scotty McCreery
#82. Forget-me-nots... She loved those flowers more than any other in their big beautiful garden or in the whole wide world for that matter. They were sky blue, just like his eyes, they held a promise... Forget me not.
Melanie Sargsian
#83. I will live in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be buried in thy
eyes - and moreover, I will go with thee to thy uncle's.
William Shakespeare
#84. She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy.
William Wordsworth
#85. And Morwen lost control.
A quick bite and deep, and a flap of skin fell in her throat, sweet and juicy. Galadir pushed her away with all his might, backing away. Morwen put her hand over her mouth, shutting her eyes.
Chiara Cilli
#86. And then sometimes, rarely, in the middle of the night, he'd be sweet. Pulling me into his lap, kissing me, caressing me. Letting me fly but anchoring me with his eyes. Speaking words he'd never dare say in the light of day.
Laurelin Paige
#87. Her eyes shot up to his, expressing gratitude. He ignored the pain her obvious relief brought him.
Lorraine Heath
#88. You're something, alright." I laughed into his bare chest, my eyes closing. "I'm your something ... " His voice trailed off into a wisper as I drifted off.
J. Sterling
#89. Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze by the sweet power of music.
William Shakespeare
#90. Nasser found himself imagining her, without wanting to: those large green eyes, and freckles, and sweet bow lips.
Kaye Thornbrugh
#91. What man with a human heart, who has ever cared for domestic animals, could look into their eyes, so full of confidence and affection, and willingly give them over to the butcher's knife? How could he devour their flesh as a sweet morsel?
Ellen G. White
#92. There's warm skin. A strong body that embraces you. Breaths that escape his gasping mouth. But... we're calling out another's name in our hearts. With our eyes closed, that person's image surfaces in our minds. It was a sweet, gentle, yet cruel night.
Yuuri Eda
#93. Shine like the day I set cosmic eyes on you, friend, by the light of the sweet squash in my lovely laser broom.
Bradley Chicho
#94. Oh, isn't that sweet," came Jackal's loud, mocking voice ... "Let's make goo-goo eyes at each other in the middle of a stinking corpse field, how very romantic.
Julie Kagawa
#95. She laughed at herself for this fancy at first; but not possessing the sweet unconsciousness of those heroines who can live through three volumes with a burning passion before their eyes, and never see it till the proper moment comes,
Louisa May Alcott
#96. Eyes blurred, she drove away. Alone, buzzing down the asphalt trail to Kayenta, heart beating, her pistons leaping madly up and down, Bonnie Abbzug relapsed into the sweet luxury of tears. Hard to see the road. She turned on the windshield wipers but that didn't help much.
Edward Abbey
#97. I stumbled away. I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth and just looked at
him. "What was that?"
His chest rose and fell heavily. "A kiss."
"Why?"
"Why?" He laughed. His blue eyes suddenly looked so sad. "Because I've wanted to do that for twenty years.
Elizabeth Morgan
#98. Your voice so sweet and tender whispers lovely lullabies.
Making me swoon in awe as we dream under the night skies.
Leaving me nostalgic until we both say our goodbyes.
Kissing away our dreams as we wipe the tears from our eyes.
Wishing upon each star until the sunrise.
Raneem Kayyali
#99. I often play characters on TV shows that are more sweet and naive and just kind of puppy-dog eyes, and I don't think I am like that as a person.
Lauren Lapkus
#100. I don't have the body for this," I quipped, lifting my chin to a voluptous woman nearby who shook her hips zealously to the beat. "No curves."
Jev's eyes held mine. "Are you asking my opinion?
Becca Fitzpatrick
