William Rounseville Alger Quotes

I couldn't resist him, his eyes were like yours, his hair was exactly the shade of brown. He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell, it was dark and I was lying down.

His eyes were open wounds beneath his heavy brows, a blue as dark as the sea by night.

If you look at how beautiful the eye can be, it has its own inside patterns and colors.

I like to emphasize my eyes because if I do it well enough, then they look very blue.

When blue-eyed Donald Trump married hazel-eyed Ivana Zelnickova, he probably figured his broad-shouldered DNA would dominate her girly alleles. But genetics played a cruel trick on Trump: Of the couple's three children, only the youngest, Eric, wound up with his father's fishy blue eyes.

I'm fortunate to have blue eyes!

I could be completely mad and sound like David Icke, but I just find people with blue eyes colder, less passionate, and more calculated people.

My eyes will never be blue; my bone structure will never allow for you to mistake me for a Scandinavian model.

Blue eyes wash off sometimes.

A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.

Their eyes were dark and hard and glowing, with no fear in them, no kindness and no guilt.

Brayden met my eyes. His were hazel, almost like Eddie’s but with a little green. Not as much green as Adrian’s, of course. No one’s eyes were that amazingly green.

He took his mouth from hers and stared down at her with eyes so dark they no longer looked blue. “Amanda, do you trust me?” “Of course not,” she said. “I don’t know the first thing about you.” Laughter rustled from his chest. “Sensible woman.

For where is any author in the world Teaches such beauty as a woman's eye?

I could just barely see the dark curve of his shoulder, and something about the shape it made, the gesture it suggested, filled me with a sort of fierce, awful affection.

Those blue eyes that had stopped my heart the first time she looked at me found me in the crowd." -Cage

Where did you get your eyes so blue? Out of the sky as I came through.

My peer would have to be dark-haired and handsome, a wonderful dancer... and he would never ask permission before he kissed me." -Lillian Bowman

His blue eyes were seas where sorrow sailed.

Look...at...me..." he whispered. The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more.

He looked at her an instant, for the effect of the graceful girlish figure with pale, passionate face and dark eyes full of sorrow, pride and resolution was wonderfully enhanced by the gloom of the great room, and glimpses of a gathering storm in the red autumn sky.

When his first-born was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes, as they once were - large, brilliant, and black.

At one point I was introduced to a devastatingly handsome young man -- beautiful, really -- with black unruly hair, large sensitive eyes fringed by long dark lashes, a full sensuous mouth -- and an irresistible personality. His name was Tony Curtis.

If any personal description of me is thought desirable, it may be said, I am, in height, six feet, four inches, nearly; lean in flesh, weighing on an average one hundred and eighty pounds; dark complexion, with coarse black hair, and grey eyes -- no other marks or brands recollected.