Through Her Eyes Quotes

#1. Our father died when we were very young, so our mother raised six kids. We saw the world filtered through her eyes, being a minority woman raising six kids.

Gilbert Hernandez

#2. He walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, trying to see himself through her eyes. It was time to change his style, throw off the shroud of timidity and start living his life.

Rubianne Wood

#3. When I had a child, everyone was telling me that I was going to see the world through her eyes, and everything was going to get this nice gloss to it. I kept waiting for that to happen, and thought there was a real problem with me that it wasn't.

Eddie Vedder

#4. Through her eyes the day was new and anything was possible.

S.A. Tawks

#5. And I saw Australia anew through her eyes. And I realised what a tremendously thrilling country it was. And ever since then I have been coming back regularly.

Robert Helpmann

#6. The her that lived in her looked out through her eyes, through my eyes, and at the me that lives in me.

David Mitchell

#7. Will you marry me?, I let my soul go ... to go meet hers, through her eyes.

Prashant Chopra

#8. It's like she had a soul that was much too big for her; it filled her to the brim till there was no more space, so it flowed out through her eyes.

Nick Lake

#9. My wife is French, and so I get to see America through her eyes, which informs a lot of little moments. It means I can poke fun at very particular things about us.

Colin Trevorrow

#10. She has this passion to learn everything she can about life, and it is so amazing to see everything through her eyes. She's guarded in a way that even she can't explain, but she is embracing this life and giving it all. It's beautiful. She's beautiful.

Abbie Chandler

#11. He wanted to see the world through her eyes, where simple things like oak paneling and stone bridges were marvels.

Regina Scott

#12. Suddenly, it seemed like I could see through her eyes and experience what she was experiencing. It blew my mind because I had never had that happen.

Brey King

#13. Cass pulls from my embrace, her mind reaching into my heart. Pain, anger, confusion pass through her eyes. My pain. My anger. My confusion. She swallows hard. "Because?"
"Because I traded it all, my heart, my memories, everything. For her.

Christine Fonseca

#14. I saw myself through her eyes, I saw myself through Charles's eyes, always; I never looked into a mirror and saw myself through my own. So I did, one evening after a couple of glasses of Dubonnet.

Melanie Benjamin

#15. In her dream, a large owl perches outside the window, staring at her through the glass with huge, white-rimmed eyes.

Rick Yancey

#16. Her eyes are closed when I reach the couch again. She looks so peaceful just lying there. I watch her for a moment, wishing I knew what the hell was going through her head, but I refuse to ask. I can carve pumpkins just as well as she can.

Colleen Hoover

#17. What a great advantage a man can have over women, if he only knew what cold and calculating thoughts are going through her mind ... while her eyes are brimming with tears.

Esther Vilar

#18. 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

#19. Her eyes flashed, hot and angry, like lightening cutting through a red sunset.

Tyffani Clark Kemp

#20. I saw through to the last sign and symbol, but I could not read her face. I could see only the eyes shining through, huge, fleshy-like luminous beasts, as though I were swimming behind them in the electric effluvia of her incandescent vision.

Henry Miller

#21. Henry's breath hissed out through his teeth. That ba-bad man, he finished, with a quick glance at Cecily, who rolled her eyes.

Cassandra Clare

#22. The other day at a drive-through, I reminded the teenage girl serving me that she forgot my drinks. She looked at me, hissed, rolled her eyes, and then took her sweet time getting me the sodas.

Neil Cavuto

#23. For the first stretch of road Olivia's eyes were sealed shut, her breath held hostage in her lungs.
"You might want to open your eyes," Wesley called back knowingly, his muffled voice breaking through both of their helmets. "And don't forget to breathe.

Shawn Kirsten Maravel

#24. Everything has beauty," she said, "but not everyone sees it." Her stomach hurt, her eyes burned. "I saw you, Hatter." Her words whispered through the night. "I saw you." She walked away.

Marie Hall

#25. Do you trust me?"
She could still hear him, through flesh and noise.
"I love you!" she shouted.
It wasn't the answer he'd expected or the she'd expected to give. It was the wrong time, the wrong thing to say, but her answer lit a fire in his eyes.

Dawn Metcalf

#26. The dragons live in the casino?
Tee's eyes widened and alarm coursed through her.
My God, it's like the Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Susannah Scott

#27. 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

#28. American and Vietnamese characters alike leap to life through the voice and eyes of a tenyearold girl-a protagonist so strong, loving, and vivid I longed to hand her a wedge of freshly cut papaya.

Mitali Perkins

#29. The sun was rising in the distance, pulled up by its lazy, invisible string, and the sky was shot through with color. Her hair was washed in gold, her cheeks, in gold, and her eyes were as knowing as a psychic's.

Brittany Cavallaro

#30. Yes, it was her he was looking at, and there was meaning in his look. His eyes burned into her as though they would search her through and through, read her very soul.

James Joyce

#31. Cracking India by Bapsi Sidhwa reveals the upheaval of partition through the eyes of a child, "Lame Lenny," a young Parsi girl crippled from polio. Lenny's world is her beloved and beautiful Hindu ayah and her ayah's many Muslim admirers, the cook Imam Din, and the Untouchable gardener.

Nancy Pearl

#32. 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

#33. Cameron, my heart is quite literally in this," he hisses through gritted teeth.
Swooning words. A romantic declaration. I can barely stop my eyes from rolling.
"Save it for when we get her back," I grumble.

Victoria Aveyard

#34. In those eyes, I saw it, a longing for me and I knew the same thoughts were running through her mind, that any space between us was intolerable. Separation was against nature, against the Heavens.

Ashlan Thomas

#35. She threaded her fingers through my hair and I nearly whimpered at the feel of them, my eyes rolling to the back of my closed eyes. I clutched her waist tightly, inhaling her breaths as I practically swallowed her beautiful tongue.

Fisher Amelie

#36. 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

#37. Sometimes she would hide her eyes behind her hands, and then no words could get through to her.

Franz Kafka

#38. There's something in your eyes that scares me,"
Max whispired, looking through the window.
Landon took her face into his hand and made her look into his eyes "What?" he asked. "What do you see?"
"Fear," she answered plainly. "I see fear

Shawn Kirsten Maravel

#39. And I don't want to talk about it, because one day his name will brush against my lips in her presence, and through and involuntary blushing of the cheeks, a misting of the eyes, a breath drawn too tightly, or a single tear, the secret I'm supposed to keep locked up forever will be revealed

Sarah Ockler

#40. Then she saw me watching her. For perhaps two seconds our eyes met and held. I knew then why the ancients armed the cruellest god with arrows; I felt the shock of it right through my body.

Mary Stewart

#41. 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

#42. Hodel saw it through her sister's eyes: women were created to be in every way partners, not mindless slaves or brainless doormats, but helpers, collaborators, equals. And that was a thing of great beauty

Alexandra Silber

#43. Looking her in her now tear-filled eyes, I cupped her face in my hands. "We may not be together, but we will never be through. ~ Beckett

S.M. Stryker

#44. The child begins to perceive the world not only through his [or her] eyes but also through his [or her] speech

Lev S. Vygotsky

#45. For many minutes before she showed herself, he felt her moving around the place. He detected her presence as unmistakably as he would have sensed the shape of someone blocking the light through a window, even with his eyes closed.

Denis Johnson

#46. It took a month for the gestalt of drugs and tension he moved through to turn those perpetually startled eyes into wells of reflexive need. He'd watched her personality fragment, calving like an iceberg, splinters drifting away, and finally he'd seen the raw need, the hungry armature of addiction.

William Gibson

#47. He tunneled his dirty hands through her hair and kissed her breathless. Her neck, her eyes, the corners of her mouth. He kissed her lips as if his life depended on it. Kissed their future into her. All they could have and all they could be.

Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#48. Her blue eyes were still beautiful, but they did not know what was before them, and Mary herself could never look through them again to tell Laura what she was thinking without saying a word.

Laura Ingalls Wilder

#49. Darcy closed her eyes. Their lips met, and she breathed in the scent of the sun-heated tar beneath them and the salt of Imogen's skin. She felt the rumble of the traffic below traveling up through the building and into her spine, her fingertips, her tongue.

Scott Westerfeld

#50. The fog, which Meg knew from her father wasn't fog at all, but low-lying clouds, began to burn off as the morning sun continued its climb through a blue-gray sky. The Golden Gate Bridge came into focus right before her eyes through a cloud that caressed the crimson metal into view.

Tracy Ewens

#51. You are no ordinary angel, Helena, he whispers as he leans in closer. Chills shoot through her spine and the hair on her neck, back, and arms tingle against her skin as her eyes widen.

Shanora Williams

#52. Her eyes were distant, and she seemed to be listening to that voice that first told her the story, a mother, sister, or aunt. Then her voice, like her singing, cut through the crickets and crackling fire.

Shannon Hale

#53. She closed her hands around his and shut her eyes, imagining their bed cut free of this strange prison, floating through space or on the surface of the ocean, just the two of them alone.

Cassandra Clare

#54. Ruark held the door open for her to pass through. "The first I cannot deny, Shanna, for then I did not know of you. But you are my only love and shall remain for as long as I live." His eyes were serious and seemed to probe her being. "I

Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

#55. I suppose that's how it looks in prose. But it's very different if you look at it through poetry ... and I think it's nicer ... ' Anne recovered herself and her eyes shone and her cheeks flushed ... 'to look at it through poetry.

L.M. Montgomery

#56. 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

#57. If a person continues to see only giants, it means he is still seeing the world through the eyes of a child. I have a feeling that man's fear of woman comes from having first seen her as the mother, creator of men.

Anais Nin

#58. Can I see it?"
She knew what he meant, and had held up her hands before her.
Ribbons and plumes and flowers of red and gold fire danced through his room, bright and glorious and elegant.
Chaol's eyes had been lined with silver when the flames winked out. "it's lovely," he said at last.

Sarah J. Maas

#59. I get it, Dylan. Please ... fuck me now," she says through clenched teeth. How can I resist her when she says it like that? And those fuck-me-eyes ... yes, I will fuck you, sweetheart, but I can't resist teasing her one last time. "Do you think you deserve this cock after the way you misbehaved?

Ella Dominguez

#60. And then his voice echoed through my head. Merit.
He silently called my name, even as he stood beside her.
Liege? I answered back.
His eyes glinted. Don't call me that.
There is nothing else for me to call you. You are my employer.That is the deal we've struck.

Chloe Neill

#61. This is how I think of us, when I remember our nights at Troy: Achilles and I beside each other, Phoinix smiling and Automedon stuttering through the punch lines of jokes, and Briseis with her secret eyes and quick, spilling laughter.

Madeline Miller

#62. O let me lead her gently o'er the brook,
Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look;
O let me for one moment touch her wrist;
Let me one moment to her breathing list;
And as she leaves me, may she often turn
Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.

John Keats

#63. I refuse to believe this was my fate. I was not meant to be this. I was never meant to be ... " The pain in his eyes tore through her. "This can't be all I was born for.

Sherrilyn Kenyon

#64. She opens her palm and she's going to take my hand. She's supposed to take my hand. We're meant to walk through this world together. I see it in her eyes. We are meant to be. I'm certain of this in a way I'm not certain about anything else.

But she doesn't take my hand. She walks on.

Nicola Yoon

#65. Those blue eyes stared straight through her. They demanded she think and feel and remember. She hesitated. "Yes." He shook his head and looked away from her. "Then, what are you doing here?" "What?" "If it's him, Lex, and you're really happy, then what are you doing here?

K.A. Linde

#66. His reflection in her big, owl eyes hung there, faceless. She stared through him, burned through him, cut through him. She was horrifying, electrifying. He couldn't escape her in his head, and soon the way she moved colorless, speechless, was like a nightmare he wanted to stay in forever.

Chelsie Shock

#67. 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

#68. The morning sun on her white hair and pale face made her seem almost translucent. She'd been a beautiful woman in her day, with wide eyes, high cheekbones, and a long, thin nose. Sometimes you could still catch sight of that beauty, and it was like looking through enchanted glass.

Sarah Addison Allen

#69. Wiggles hissed as I crossed the floor toward the throne. She fixed me with her empty hateful eyes and smelled the air, her long tongue shivering
through the slit of the lipless mouth. Nice to see you too, sweetheart. Remember my cattle prod?

Ilona Andrews

#70. I thought you loved your husband." She blows air through her nose.
The action reminds me of an agitated horse. Her eyes rove from my shoes and land in disgust on my face. "I love yours too.

Tarryn Fisher

#71. Samantha turns toward us as we enter and her mouth drops open. "You." Pure joy floods her face like sunlight falling through storm clouds, and she runs up to me, laying hands on either side of my face as she gazes deeply into my eyes. "There you are.

Suzanna J. Linton

#72. She stood back and wiped the sweat-sting from her eyes. The air was clean. Her hands brown with dirt. Pride surged through her, raw and immense; she had believed happiness to be an absence - of fear, of pain, of grief - but here it roared in her as powerful as any sadness.

Anthony Marra

#73. Like this?" she whispers, sultriness underlying her voice.
She goes slow, and it's pure torture. Though I suppose it's only fair play after what I put her through.
I shut my eyes and flex every muscle. "Yes, luv. Bloody hell. Just like that."
Heaven.

Wendy Higgins

#74. Choose right now or they both die!" Thomas opened his eyes and stepped forward. Then he pointed at Brenda and said the two most foul words to ever pass through his lips. "Kill her.

James Dashner

#75. I didn't understand right away what she meant. But her words soaked through my skull like warm oil, behind my eyes, down my spine and into the empty space inside me.

Glenda Millard

#76. How do you know me?" she says.
He looks at her through his narrow eyes. "I was," he says.
"You were what?" she asks.
"I was," he says again. "And now I'm not.

Julianna Baggott

#77. And that's the insult of it, how always it comes back to a woman being a "good" mother in the world's eyes or a "bad" mother, how everything in a woman's life is funneled through her body between her legs.

Joyce Carol Oates

#78. There's something about the first time an actor runs the material over his or her face, when they kind of run it through their eyes and you see the thing and there is little imperfections in it and not every line is delivered perfectly, and it doesn't have that mechanical feeling.

Clint Eastwood

#79. Adrenaline pumped through her veins. Was it the thrill of the ride or something else making her heart pound?...She clamped her eyes shut as the roller coaster started to drop and squeezed the words through her tightened throat. "I love you.

Rachel Skatvold

#80. That's my girl," she said, her eyes holding a shared pain as she saw my confusion. "Al, where are you going to put her? Not in your room. She'd pull a line through you and kill you when you hog the blankets. I'll take the waif in. I promise I'll bring this one up properly.

Kim Harrison

#81. I love you," she said softly.
Jason's arms tightened around her. He grinned sleepily. "I know."
Taylor drifted off contentedly. Until through the darkness, she heard a low, sneaky whisper.
"Mrs. Taylor Andrews ... "
She didn't bother to open her eyes.
"Still not gonna happen.

Julie James

#82. Delicate hairpins twinkled through the air, moving effortlessly to hold her fringe from her eyes. She didn't glance to the hairpins. But she didn't touch them, either.

Charlotte Jain

#83. Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night.

Oscar Wilde

#84. I want to give myself to you, Master; I have given myself to you." Peaking through her lashes, she found his eyes, saw the conflicting emotions swirling within the depths of the green. "Will you accept what I give you?

M.S. Willis

#85. It was full of wounding remarks rather brilliantly said, perhaps said for the sheer virtuosity of giving pain neatly. Each of its phrases found its way through the eyes of the Marquesa, then, carefully wrapped in understanding and forgiveness, it sank into her heart.

Thornton Wilder

#86. I was only kidding about the hundred," she says.
oh," I say, "what will it cost me?"
she lights her cigarette with
my lighter and looks at me
through the flame:
her eyes tell me.
look," I say, "I don't think I
can ever pay that price again.

Charles Bukowski

#87. Hard-bitten had a double meaning: bitten hard by life, like her, or clamping meanly down on other people. But, as though belying his thoughts, she said, "I hope your days are good."
"If only. My eyes, you know, are like Swiss cheese, the doctor says. I see through the holes.

Edward Hoagland

#88. I love your laugh. I want to hear it every day. I want to be through all this darkness and devastation. I want happiness now. I want our due. I want what we've deserved from the beginning." He paused and stared deep into her eyes, willing her to understand how much he loved her. "I want you.

Sarah MacLean

#89. I met her eyes, and for the first time I perceived that there was something broken behind them, like a tiny crack
in a diamond that becomes visible only when viewed through a magnifying lens; normally it is hidden by the brilliance of the stone.

Mohsin Hamid

#90. The note of almost unbearable irritation sounding through the deliberately calm tone in which he has just spoken penetrates her child's heart like a cruel needle of ice. Her face falls grotesquely, her mouth trembles, tears - the sudden, despairing tears of a hurt child - fill her eyes to the brim.

Anna Kavan

#91. I can think of no better way to meet a girl than to see her through the eyes of the story she loves best.

Beth Revis

#92. There in the fresh young darkness close together. Pheoby eager to feel and do through Janie, but hating to show her zest for fear it might be thought mere curiosity. Janie full of that oldest human longing - self-revelation. - ZORA NEALE HURSTON, THEIR EYES WERE WATCHING GOD

Janet Mock

#93. And then when she takes him through the whole wine tasting process, finishing with a long, languid taste that she really enjoyed "she opened her eyes and saw Nick staring at her.
"I feel like I need a cigarette and a shower after watching that.

Julie James

#94. Lane closed her eyes and pressed her lips together at the sound of the nickname, a thousand memories whirling through her mind. He hadn't meant it to hurt her, but even the smallest nick could reopen old wounds.

Courtney Walsh

#95. The shadows outside tamed none of him. No, they cast him as stronger and more dangerous than ever before. He was bigger. Hungrier. Predatory.

He said nothing as he crawled through the window, but his dark, flashing eyes and body stalking toward her spoke volumes.

Kendall Grey

#96. Lynn looks up at him to see if he's serious. "What?" he asks her. "If anybody is gonna put Carter's head through the wall, it should be me."
EJ's eyes snap open, and he scoots away from me slowly. I'll remember this, Wingman!

Brent Crawford

#97. A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears. Carson

V.C. Andrews

#98. She raised her eyes to his. They had both come from misery, she thought, and survived it. They had been drawn together through violence and tragedy, and had overcome it. They walked different paths and had found a mutual route.
Some things last, she thought. Some ordinary things. Like love.

J.D. Robb

#99. Although her eyes are neither golden nor heavenly blue, Terri Stambaugh has the vision of an angel, for she sees through you and knows your truest heart, but loves you anyway, in spite of all the ways that you have fallen from a state of grace.

Dean Koontz

#100. All eyes turned to Cecily. Denny laid a hand on her pale blue sleeve, and Luke felt a possessive fury surge through his veins. Let

Tessa Dare