Quotes About Eyes

eyes like light trapped in sherry

Her hair, which was a coppery red, and her eyes, which were light blue like her mother's, were all the more vivid by contrast with the scramble of freckles and sunburn which formed her complexion.

So there you have it, the extent of my charms: brown hair and eyes like unbarfed chocolate. I'm a lucky girl. -Max

No one looks like Fang-dark and still and dangerous, like he's daring you to set him off. But I'd seen him rocking Angel when she'd hurt herself; I'd seen him smile in his sleep; I'd seen the deep, darkl ight in his eyes as he leaned over me... ~Max; Max; page 24

And Flock Rule Number Two is, Don't argue with Max or you'll live to regret it. I spun and stomped out to the clearing, turning back for one last jab at Dylan. And by the way, you clearly DON'T know me better than Fang does. Do you see Fang arguing with me? No, you do not. Fang rolled his eyes.

Yeah, and so Max and Dylan are supposed to, like, go to Germany and have kids together, I heard Gazzy say. My eyes popped open and I bolted upright. What? Fang said, his voice icy. Gazzy! I yelled. Wide blue eyes looked at me in surprise, then back at Fang's stoic face. Oh. Was I not supposed to say anything? Gazzy asked.

I love you, i love your smile your snarl your grin, your face when your sleeping.I love your hair streaming behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it, I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me.

I RAISED AN EYEBROW AT HIM, AND HE STUCK OUT HIS TONGUE AND CROSSED HIS EYES WHEN JOSH TURNED AWAY FROM US TO GET THE FLYERS. IT WAS SUCH A DORKY MOVE THAT I SHOULD HAVE FELT SORRY FOR HIM, BUT IT WAS GENUINELY...CUTE

People Trust Me with their secrets, and I'm not sure why. It must be something in my face, probably my eyes.

The color of my eyes is like barfed-up chocolate?" Despair settled over me. There was no hope. "No, the chocolates before they were barfed," Angel clarified. So there you have it, the extent of my charms: brown hair and eyes like unbarfed chocolate. I'm a lucky girl. "Max

Fang snapped out his huge wings and shone the penlight under his chin so it raked his cheekbones and eyes. My mouth dropped open: He looked like the angel of death.

I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. —EMILY DICKINSON

Rhonda's eyes were so wide that I thought they might fall out of her head and roll around on the floor.

My eyes burned on the grainy screen. I was also sure we were looking at

I saw it on an X-ray." He stared at me with horror in his eyes. He turned off his laptop and closed the lid. "You have a memory chip that small implanted in you," he verified. I nodded, guessing this was somewhat worse than having cooties.

worked in New York my whole life—actually lived only about twenty blocks away—and had never even heard of this place, or the Freedom Tunnel, for that matter. This city never failed to surprise. Hamster got out of the car, his big eyes blinking through the tangled gray mop of his hair as he looked around. We listened to the cooing of pigeons nesting in the crevices of the raised roadbed above as we waited.

his eyes sarcastically. "Actually, my

Her eyes, they shone like diamonds I thought her the queen of the land And her hair, it hung over her shoulder Tied up with a black velvet band.

That's why I'm never happy. Every tragedy, I really feel very painful - especially about a child or old people. This is reality. We try to close eyes and ears, but it's happening every second, and somehow, unfortunately, I feel a connection.

I grew up on Dilla, Timbaland, Pharrell, all these drums that are super pocketed, so all those influences come out on a song like 'Ungrateful Eyes,' with all the crazy drum swing.

Comics, in a sense, the style, the images - it's almost like music. They say music is a universal language, but when the eyes behold something, a figure, somebody moving; it's real, and it cannot be denied.

As much as we sometimes roll our eyes at the ivory-tower isolation of universities, they continue to serve as remarkable engines of innovation.

Uma Thurman is one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. She has those wicked eyes - it looks like there is such a brain behind those eyes.

She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something.