Quotes About Eyes

He was looking at her too hard; his eyes were startling against his dark skin, like burnished bronze, glowing and greening in summer sun.

Her hands were gloved, small for her height-she was five six or seven-and her movements as clean as a poem. I was surprised and not sure why. She felt my gaze and looked up. Grey-blue eyes, soft as dove feathers.

Breguswith blazed with triumph. She shrugged with it. Her eyes flashed brighter than the blue-glazed loom weights, brighter than the lapis on her veil band, brighter than the hilt inlay on her edgeless Kentish sword, thrust through her belt, which she used as a weft beater.

Those eyes saw everything. The green saw your heart, they said, the blue your mind, and the black…the black drank in wyrd and your woe so others would be safe. Killing was nothing to what thos eyes had seen.

Mildburh's eyes were muddy, honest blue, like hillberries. Hereswith's were as blue as their mother's, but without the cold blaze.

Maybe she'd be better suited to a glittering palace, to a great and terrible queen whose eyes are as pale as diamonds, who drinks bloodred wine, and trails a cloak of dark glamour.

Brown eyes met brown but Aoife's were cold, igneous, compressed by years of hard living.

His eyes were hazed with memory, the way I imagined the blue glass of a doll's might look if it had been left for too long on an abandoned nursery, light streaming pitilessly through bare windows until the cheap glass clouded and cracked. Had he seen Kick's illness right from the beginning and decided it was too hard?

The shield on his left arm was matcing red leather stretched over wood and painted with a black snake with golden eyes and tongue; around its edge another snake, this time of armoured scales, glinted in the shimmering tree light.

Wolf eyes," she whispered, and I could feel her breath on my throat, "so pale and hungry.

In the glow of the setting sun Cian seemed larger, denser, his eyes more blue.

His eyes were as liquid as run honey, dark clover honey, and his hair was a rich brown with bronze sun straks, but his beard, like his eyebrows, was black. His face and hands were the colour of walnut, or perhaps elm bark, but lighter where his sleeves rose above his wrists. He was not thick-boned and heavy-muscled like Cei, but whippy as a hazel rod, and she knew she would not face him lightly in battle.

She looked at him, at his sly eyes and stubbled tonsure.

Hild was recognized: a tall maid with fathomless eyes, a very big knife and the pig's blood still on her skirts.

She wiped her eyes, her not-blue eyes, and walked on through a drift of rain so fine it settled on her sleeve like dew.

Blue eyes, royal blue, endlessly deep, and Peretur, helpless, fell in.

Hereswith's eyes were so blue. Sister blue.

Breguswith's eyes were hard, bright blue, with none of that milky aging Hild saw in Æffe's and Brugen's eyes.

First the half-lidded look, then the widening eyes, the black pupils swelling like ink dropped in water, swallowing the blue centres leaving the outer pleats of his eyes green and glistening, swarming like flies looking for something to eat, someone to hurt to make himself strong and safe.

Your eyes are different in this light. No colour at all. Like cement.

His eyes were hooked so deep in their sockets she could not tell at first what colour they were. But she was not looking hard, because she had eyes only for the sword at this side, which drew her so strongly she had to use half her attention to not reach out to the silvery hilt.

Hild forgot about the princess's eyes when she saw the beads: seventy-three faced carnelians.

His hazel eyes shone with something. Perhaps it was the reflection of new leaves. She hoped so.

The long-forgotten, living eyes of the portrait began to torment him, and then his madness became dreadful. All the people who surrounded his bed seemed to him horrible portraits. The portrait doubled and quadrupled itself; all the walls seemed hung with portraits, which fastened their living eyes upon him; portraits glared at him from the ceiling, from the floor; the room widened and lengthened endlessly, in order to make room for more of the motionless eyes.