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One eye open, one still in a dream.
Love makes a good eye squint.
I try very hard to keep my eyes open so that I can look at my beloved.
Guarded curiosity.
Happy the eyes that can close
Those big green eyes were even bigger than usual as she stared at the two of them. For a moment, she looked like a kid who'd found the last cupcake on the planet.
Eyes that, like those of children, look at an eternal present without forgiveness.
He had a thousand-year-old stare.
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.
Pressed against me, and my eyes fluttered open
His eyelids fluttered. (Only eyelids do that. And butterflies.)
Those eyes of his just look up at me, pupils dilated in the diffused lights of the room. Wide, black pools, seeking out galaxies.
had shifty eyes. Unease niggled
Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever.
Confused and Stunned, like a duck hit on the head.
Eyes so black they seem all pupils.
The eye is easily frightened.
In your eyes, I see what's on my mind.
The eyes are hungry but often satiated before they see.
She looked at me with those empty eyes, and I thought, I'm going to make sure I fill them up with something.
The kind of eyes that jumped from a woman's dreams right into her morning and made trouble in the marriage bed.
She glanced left and right, all wide-eyed and innocent. Innocent as a streetwalker.
I keep my eyes wide open. Because trouble is out there.
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
Wary, as if surrounded by strangers.
The eyes of my eyes are opened.
Her eyes are warm, but her mouth is sad.
I'm happy. Which often looks like crazy.
Her eyes are so wild and bright they almost look like stars.
Her eyes are salt-choked.
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.
If your eyes could speak, what would they say?.
All I could see in his slightly lopsided face were his two very bright eyes, which were examining me closely without betraying any definable emotion. And I had the odd impression of being watched by myself.
I know I must look like a fish, standing there with my mouth gaping open, but I'm
A cat loped across my gaze with a squint-eyed, piratical look, and a suave grin.
His eyes are a hazy swirl of
gray, like a thick mass of clouds gathering before an impending storm
Her eyes are open but she does not see.
Eyes of gentianellas azure,
Staring, winking at the skies.
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 eyes are the windows of the soul ... If someone was to look into your eyes, what would you want them to see?
documents, a glazed expression on his face.
His eyes are two buckets of rainwater: deep, fresh, clear. Hurt.
I have spent twenty years trying to understand the look in her eyes. Was it love or hatred, contempt or pity, bewilderment or understanding? I shall never know.
whose dark eyes narrowed to lightless almonds,
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Then she'd turned enough for me to get a better look, and I'd actually felt my eye bulge, like in those cartoons where the character's eyes pop out of their head, stretched until they can't stretch any more.
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.
Blind and naked as an unearthed mole, uncomprehending.
The rich eyelashes again made him think that her eyes were half open.
The eyes were certainly memorable and beautiful, moist calves' eyes heavily lashed and with the same look of troubled pain at the unpredictability of the world's terrors.
eyes slowly, carefully, afraid of the
His eyes rolled in their sockets like a panicked horse's.
A ... look that seemed to know what there was on the other side of things.
Can you tell me... what type of face is that.
- Feeling disturbed... angry, mad... crazy???
- WHAT?
Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.
Stared fixedly into the sky like a rabbit trying to get run over by a car.
His eyes are sharp as he says this, the intensity prevalent,
Her eyes ate me.
He was looking toward Diane. He was not looking at Diane, but in her vicinity. She could see his pupils. They were not dilated. They were dots. He was looking toward Diane, but his glance seemed to stop just short of where Diane was. He was smiling.
His eyes turned to something like horror - the kind of horror usually reserved for bad slasher movies. I may as well have been wearing a fucking hockey mask and wielding a giant machete.
Eyes changed after they looked at new things.
Her eyes are huge and humid.
His emotion evident in the glitter of his eyes.
Like Bee looks at a pancake.
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.
The sadness at the corners of the unsmiling crimson mouth
He has the thousand-yard stare.
Rebellious dark eyes in her faintly freckled face.
I'd thought of her with unblinking eyes, moving always, across the pages of opened books with rapid precision, but as she stood in front of me, her eyes looked slow and watery. I capsized into them.
Swelling in anger or sparkling in glee.
Grinning like a necrophiliac in a morgue.
This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.
She turned towards me and narrowed her eyes ... narrowed them horizontally, not vertically.
I says to myself it's a good thing her eyes are giving out,
With all its eyes the creature world beholds the open, while our eyes are turned in ward, said
I looked into those eyes and I saw nothing. It was like staring straight into the Underworld. Like he aches to return to where he came from.
The world, like a great iris of an even more gigantic eye, which has also just opened and stretched out to encompass everything, stared back at him.
more like a grimace.
Dark and deep in her eyes. He'd opened his mouth without any idea what he would
Her fucking eyes, going from defiant to mischievous to hurt to on fire, and then finally, to broken.
Watching. Watching with those piercing, clit licking blue eyes.
Predictably, his eyes widened at her beauty
then stayed wide as he beheld the death lurking beneath it.
Out at them, turning this way and that, his face cramped in an expression
My green eyes stared back at me.
Eyes," he snapped. "On me, Mia. Always on me. You don't come with your eyes closed. I want to see everything you have when I'm inside you. You don't ever shut me out.
My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up.
fixed Alice with her eyes
It's strange seeing his eyes in someone else's face
She looked at me then everything emptied out of her eyes and they looked like the eyes in statues blank and unseeing and serene put
There are so many words I can use to describe the looks on people's faces. And for a long time I didn't get it. I'd just get mad. Mad when they stared. Mad when they looked away. "What the heck are you looking at?" I'd say to people - even grown-ups.
its eyelids half lowered, a look I found particularly sinister.
She had seen those eyes dark with brooding anger and cold as ice, she'd seen his gaze veiled like a spiderweb and shattering like a gate under pressure. But she'd never seen them as they were now. Full of wondering joy and disbelief, and an almost frightened awe.
Six eyes were questioning God.
He had a frozen, wide-eyed look to his face, I remember, the way some old people do, like they are perpetually startled by the monstrous surprise that is old age.
Our attempt at focusing must give way to the vacant all-embracing stare
With wild eyes that had seen freedom.
men's eyes were made to look and let them gaze
Eyes as dark as her heart and as empty as her soul
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.
Your eyes smile peace.