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Rather awkwardly shy and therefore at times defensive and rather too assertive
The Color Of Extraordinary.
It's like I'm trying to distract him with something shiny." Cath circled her spoon hand in front of her face, accidentally flicking cottage cheese on her sweater. "He already knows about all this. This is what I look like." She tried to scrape the cottage cheese off without rubbing it in." (pg. 290)
Aithinne smiles. "You know," she says thoughtfully, "your hair rather looks like an octopus." Then, as if to reassure me: "I love octopi."
And Aithinne is obviously a bit barmy, but nobody's perfect.
How dirty she was, how thin, what a wild look she had! I have never seen a wilder-looking creature. Her eyes were bright. They were like the eyes of a wild animal.
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.
His emotion evident in the glitter of his eyes.
Solid and dense as his own, a nose ring and angelbites.
O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.
The door opens and my new neighbor is a vampire. He's nearly a foot taller than me. Unruly ink-black hair, and a face made of knife angles. If I were obnoxious, I might use the term shockingly attractive . Or terrifyingly handsome . Holy mother of balls would also be an option.
She has intelligent, flirtatious eyes, and a penetrating gaze under which one feels simultaneously appraised, tested, charmed, toyed with. They remain, I suspect, a redoubtable seduction tool.
A large part of me is pure nebbish - plain, dull, uninteresting. There's a more flamboyant part, too. Obviously.
I've always known that I'm very, very ordinary looking. But I'm not alien looking. I am an artist here to play characters.
I am, I fear, Inclined to be unfashionably sincere. ORONTE
Enigmatic - the quality of keeping silent and making people wonder if one is stupid rather than opening one's mouth and removing all doubt.
whose dark eyes narrowed to lightless almonds,
Envy has the ugliness of a trapped rat that has gnawed its own foot in its effort to escape.
I am not sinuous or suave; I sit among you abrading your softness with my hardness, quenching the silver-grey flickering moth-wing quiver of words with the green spurt of my clear eyes.
His eyes were the brightest, most unnatural blue I had ever seen, a toxic cerulean.
Silver and ermine and red faces full of port wine.
An essential quality of beauty is aloofness.
Her eyes are salt-choked.
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
prone to fits of 'immoderate arrogance'.
Annoyingly attractive
She had a lot of face and chin. She had pewter-colored hair set in a ruthless permanent, a hard beak and moist eyes with the sympathetic expression of wet stones.
I'd rather go with something eccentric
but beautifully eccentric.
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.
I like a dramatic eye and a bold lip.
Eccentric is a nice word to replace 'weird' and 'crazy', which you can use when you really like someone.
When he did not smile, his face looked inanimate, only his eyes remained alive, active with a cold, brilliant clarity of perception.
Oh, Wax has always been solemn, but when he's at his best, there's a smirk underneath.
grotesque countenance
Cheekbones that cut like ice and eyes like liquid scotch. Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn't even know it.
QUIXOTIC, adj. Absurdly chivalric, like Don Quixote. An insight into the beauty and excellence of this incomparable adjective is unhappily denied to him who has the misfortune to know that the gentleman's name is pronounced Ke-ho-tay.
Charm of the most insidious kind: humorous, self-deprecating, and disarmingly frank and confiding.
The unnatural and the strange have a perfume of their own
Kind eyes under all the mascara.
Some have the temperament and tastes of genius, without its creative power. They feel acutely, but express tamely.
Arrogance is in everything I do. It is in my gestures, the harshness of my voice, in the glow of my gaze, in my sinewy, tormented face.
I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.
behaving in an almost giddy fashion, some slathering on sunscreen in
Rotten like fish eyes in a barrel.
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.
Indescribably delirious!
Eccentricity is one of those English traits that look like frailty but mask a concealed strength; individuality disguised as oddity.
You look like something the goat dragged in.' 'Cat dragged in,' said Shadow. 'Goat,' said Wednesday. 'Huge rank stinking goat with big teeth.
..bright eyes and subtle variations of blue...
Thyroid eyes. Michelin lips. Voice like pea soup.
I'm crepuscular.
Kieran glanced at her with shimmering eyes. Neither looked quite human: The black eye was too dark, the silver too metallic. And yet the overall effect was haunting, inhumanly beautiful.
His eyelashes were so long and thick they looked artificial. Black plastic reeds fringing two green, glacial pools.
The strange, unbeautiful face beautiful in its ugliness; the perfect, beautiful face ugly in its perfection.
In loquaciousness lay insanity.
Impertinence will intermeddle in things in which it has no concern, showing a want of breeding, or, more commonly, a spirit of sheer impudence.
iconoclastically.
O Josephine, face more than irregular, you would be charming were you not all askew. You have the air of a pretty face upon which some one has sat down by mistake.
Whenever I'm with Bodee, it feels as if I'm made of glass. Mascara, blush, and fake smiles never fool him. Maybe it comes from years seeing his mother hide her fears from the world. But I'm not ready to share.
His eyes gleamed confidently and made him look ridiculously handsome and annoying at the same time
eyes I can't find words to describe.
His face was a gaze of primal obtuseness.
both touching and somehow repulsive.
And I feel faintly ordinary, faintly inconspicuous, faintly unsuspicious. And it's good, so good.
Fluid and energetic and wild very, very smart and very, very funny.
Lust, I suspect, wears repatent stilettos, that feather boa and not much else. Maybe glossy red lipstick.
His eyes. Unclouded by cynicism, questioning but with a certainty that there were answers, warmly innocent in some strange way. A child's eyes, she thought. Even more irresistible when set in a man's face.
Dark-bright fire lit eyes
eyes, the color of a forest blanketed in the shadow of a violent storm. They
RATIONAL, adj. Devoid of all delusions save those of observation, experience and reflection.
Have a care how you speak to me, Imp. Doubtless he meant to sound threatening, but that absurd wisp of a mustache ruined the effect.
aborigine, angry, beautiful, fiery, fearless, remorseless and untouchable, overly
She had the most beautiful awkwardness
More flirtatious than me. I couldn't work it like she did.
His eyes were eggy with blue yolks.
Ambition like a liquid ruby stains.
Pimple young. Giggling young. Silly young and stupid as me.
He had green eyes so clear and bright that they made you think of poisonous drinks or maybe mouthwash.
The Black was looking out on the open sea; his ears pricked forward, his thin-skinned nostrils quivering, his black mane flowing like windswept flame. Alec could not turn his eyes away; he could not believe such a perfect creature existed.
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.
Pretty and demented at the same time, like me.
Chameleonesque, hobbitish, unicorned, stompled, selfishism, and unwakeable may not be real words, but you do know what they mean.
And strong-looking. Like the kind of guy you feel standing next to you before you actually see him, because he's blocking so much ambient light.
AI guess that's what happens when you have no Botox, make-up or fake tan. You have expressions instead.
Eyes so black they seem all pupils.
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.
Ll dark hair and blue smudges in the moonlight.
Smooth and smiling faces everywhere, but ruin in their eyes.
All emotions are pure which gather you and lift you up; that emotion is impure which seizes only one side of your being and so distorts you.
She was beautiful, without comparison, but she exuded and icy and emotionless aura. She was as hard and as cold as ice and it was difficult to tell whether she was pleased or angry.
Her features were thin and her skin was pale and she was certainly not pretty. But it was an exciting face. It was terribly exciting because it radiated something that a man couldn't see with his eyes but could definitely feel in his bloodstream.
I have a lot of chameleon qualities, I get very absorbed in my surroundings.
Immodest and attractive is easy. Modest and repulsive is easy too. But modest and attractive is an art form.
When you smile it takes up half your face.'
'Simon!' she exclaimed. 'That sounds horrible.'
'It's enchanting.'
'Distorted.'
'Desirable.
I'm very peculiar looking.
She was skinny, like a salted anchovy, she gave off an odor of wildness, she had a long face, narrow at the temples, framed by two bands of smooth black hair. But
Drawn by conceit from reason's plan
How vain is that poor creature man;
How pleas'd in ev'ry paltry elf
To grate about that thing himself.
A Coy Aversion
...a flutter
too shy
to be seen...
I think I have a pugnacious style. My style is not pretty. I don't use words like "amber" or "opaque."
... his eyes looked different outside. Nearly blue, like a thick, antique glass bottle.
There was nothing common about him, first impressions be damned. Behind those spectacles lurked something feral and untamable. He hadn't moved from his chair, and yet she felt a little tickle in her palms. A catch in her breath. His eyes were too sharp, his expression far too even.