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When Ben turned, his dark eyes danced with yellow light. Already handsome, flaring took his attractiveness to a whole new level. Ben's coppery skin practically glowed in the evening light. I turned quickly, surprised by the color rising to my cheeks.
He looked at me again and his eyes shone in the lamplight, or with the inner light of delighted anticipation.
His enthusiasm made him beautiful.
Kind eyes under all the mascara.
Vicki shines with intelligence as brightly as with beauty, a clear open face, black eyes, and a smile that makes you see what she looked like as a nine-year-old.
Her eyes are huge and humid.
His eyes look too bright, the way the do in people who are in love, people who are enraged, and people who are completely bonkers.
In your eyes, I see what's on my mind.
Her eyes were those of someone who's just fallen in love, someone who sees nothing but her lover, someone who has no fear of anything. The eyes of someone who believes that every dream will come true, that reality will move if you just give it a push.
With wild eyes that had seen freedom.
whose dark eyes narrowed to lightless almonds,
Try to remember the color of her eyes, and the only thing I can come up with is sad. Her eyes are the color of sadness.
He's Excited. Like a small boy, he's iridescent with anticipation and excitement. It makes me smile.
There's a light in a woman's eyes that speaks louder than words.
She's smiling, a bright diminutive smile. Her eyes have come loose.
A soft inward look some into his eyes, as if he was amazed to find himself alive on such a beautiful day.
His eyes gleamed confidently and made him look ridiculously handsome and annoying at the same time
Her eyes remind me of the Pacific: Raging. Fearless. Restless.
The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.
They [her eyes] were big and warm and full of light, like the sun shining on brown pools in the wood.
A glimpse of light reflected in his eyes. Stars shining there perhaps. Or the moon.
For a moment there was an expression of greedy excitement in his eyes, like you see in the eyes of men when they are looking at woman who arouses their lust.
Smiling too brightly,
Eyes open wide, looking at the heavens with a tear in my eye.
Smiles show fullness of a joyful soul.
Dark with excessive bright.
the merry green eyes and a roguish dimple
Every available inch of his face busts into a smile - whoa. Has he blown into our school on a gust of wind from another world? The guy looks unabashedly jack-o'-lantern happy, which couldn't be more foreign to the sullen demeanor most of us strove to perfect.
His eyes are a hazy swirl of
gray, like a thick mass of clouds gathering before an impending storm
No phrase can convey the idea of surprise so vividly as opening the eyes and raising the eyebrows. A shrug of the shoulders would lose much by translation into words.
With a smile, such as come into people's faces when they look at something little, foolish, and absurd, but warmly loved.
The face of a truly happy man seldom lacks smiles.
She looks so young, so hungry, her eyes full of possibility, of what is in store for her.
Warriors always have a certain gleam in their eyes.
He sallied forth, having told all those bally lies with the clear, blue, pop-eyed gaze of a young child.
The eyes are hungry but often satiated before they see.
Like a ten-year-old looking at a sweaty Popsicle he'd like to lick.
I'm happy. Which often looks like crazy.
Her eyes are warm, but her mouth is sad.
There are eyes half defiant, Half meek and compliant; Black eyes, with a wondrous, witching charm To bring us good or to work with harm.
Your eyes smile peace.
That look. Little bit hungry. Little bit scared.
her magenta lips a wolf's stained smile.
He had the cheerful demeanor of someone who has been beaten about the face all night with a sock full of porridge - only
Eyes so black they seem all pupils.
Fierce-looking, a coal-eyed brunette with a gaze direct as lasers. She
A pair of bright eyes with a dozen glances suffice to subdue a man; to enslave him, and enflame him; to make him even forget; they dazzle him so that the past becomes straightway dim to him; and he so prizes them that he would give all his life to possess 'em.
She lifted her eyes. Blank, lovely eyes. Mad eyes. A mad girl.
I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.
I usually look in my eyes to tell the truth of how I'm feeling that day.
He smiled like a sun lamp.
behaving in an almost giddy fashion, some slathering on sunscreen in
One of the girls saw her, then did a double-take. Her eyes sparkled. Not a bright sparkle, but a dull, dark sparkle, like the twinkling of a lantern at the bottom of a deep well. Here's something fun, her eyes said. Here's something freakish. Let's play with it and see if we can make it cry.
The eyes of my eyes are opened.
her cheeks a slight Asian red;
He smiled, and his face was like the sun.
His eyes are two buckets of rainwater: deep, fresh, clear. Hurt.
Their eyes were dark and hard and glowing, with no fear in them, no kindness and no guilt.
They peered at him with their shining honey warm molasses-brown eyes. Their smiles, the white smiles pinned to their faces, were wide as all of summer.
His eyes were of a bright, hard blue. His nose was somewhat pointed and there was never any doubt at whom he was looking or talking - and this is a flattering attention, for who looks at us? - glances fall upon us, curious or disinterested, nothing more.
He's smiling like someone's strung the stars across his lips
His face is sober, his eyes molten blue, and I can't tell if he's pissed or just really, really turned on.
"Keep looking at me like that and the fucking three date rule will be out the window, Megan."
Make that really, really turned on.
The eye seems to be responding to something living.
Your eyes are wide open. I feel as though I could step inside them and make myself at home.
His smile is laced with dynamite.
cabin, eyes wide, face gone white.
His eyes were green.
Blind in the eye, so I see you with my heart
Her eyes are sometimes the colour of a May sky at 2:00pm on a Saturday, and sometimes they are the colour of polar bear ice.
God, those eyes. Those eyes find me, every time.
You like blue eyes, huh?"
"Yes. I do. I like blue eyes.
genuine excitement
Blue eyes so light that it looked like she sent them out to be bleached
Her blue eyes are full of tears, but she is smiling. Her expression is as bright as a newborn Christian.} one my favorite lines from Beyond Sandy Ridge.
Smiles aren't always happy, but hers is. It's open, content, and confident.
Looking toward the future. It's as bright as you make it.
She looked out the window; in her eyes was the light that you see only in children arriving at a new place, or in young people still open to new influences, still curious about the world because they have not yet been scarred by life.
God, he thought, her eyes are so bright, flashing, deep, full of promise, all those things eyes are in books but never are in life, and she was his.
Life is always in the eyes.
When a child walks in the room, your child or anybody else's child, do your eyes light up? That's what they're looking for.
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.
Your smile shines like the morning sun.
What are you looking at? Hale asked.
Why are you smiling? I worry when you smile.
Now his grin lit his face with a sunny halo.
His eyes were that curious shade of hazel that made her think of sunshine and toffee, caramel and whiskey, sweetness and sin all at once, and they were fixed on her with so much heat. So much intent. And she knew he was right. This was her moment, here and now ...
Look eye! Always look eye!Eye-- Pat Morita
It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced
or seemed to face
the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor.
Bring out the eyes.
Her eyes moved like an independent organism with joy, laughter, anger, amazement, and despair.
The kind of eyes you search to find something and only come up with two possibilities: either what's there is so deep you can't see it, or there's nothing there at all.
Still he had not cracked a smile, but his eyes were different now, they were here.
Suddenly, I find the most beautiful smiles in your eyes.
His worried face falls away and is replaced with what can only be described as a glow--like someone who has a terrific secret and they're about to let you in on it.
The wine sparkled in his eyes
A ... look that seemed to know what there was on the other side of things.
Brilliant pale green of her eyes, the buttercup yellow of her hair.
Eyes to do, but what he knows to be absolutely
The expression on her face, which was swept by the excitement of what she saw ... was as luminous and tremulous under it as water in sunlight when it is ruffled by a gust of wind.
Her gaze lifted.
And collided with a full-sized predator.
His eyes were the dark whiskey gold her father liked to pour in heavily cut crystal glasses. Liquid fire, potent and seething with heat.
the smile of a man who has a new wife and a new son and a new house and two new cars and who only has to put up with his old, original kids for another hour or two.
Some eyes threaten like a loaded and levelled pistol, and others are as insulting as hissing or kicking; some have no more expression than blueberries, while others are as deep as a well which you can fall into.