P. C. Cast Quotes

She tried to swallow, to take a breath, but her eyes met his, and there was nothing but aching intensity in his gaze. And she was drawn in, swept away.

To look into that persons eyes and find yourself so completely lost in another world, a world full of absolute comfort and happiness.

And the way he looked at her was so intense, his big green eyes probing into her, like he approved of everything she held inside.

He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.

I once had an extraordinary experience with former prime minister Ted Heath. Both of his eyes, including the whites, turned jet black, and I seemed to be looking into two black holes.

With a creature, there's no voice, so the eyes become the voice. When you get eye-to-eye contact, a real connection, it's limitless - and incredibly thrilling.

When you look into someone's eyes, it may be like your connection to self. Two intuitive people, at the right moment, at the right time, could know they're in love at that moment.

I get these weird divine feelings. They're, like, so strong I can't shake them.

In '24,' you spend so much time with your faces really close, eye contact with such intensity.

I share my bestest bond with Mia, my dog. The way she looks into my eyes makes me feel so special.

As a species, the look of another of our species into our eyes has a great power. It can mean a lot of different things: aggression, love.

When first we fall in love, we feel that we know all there is to know about life, and perhaps we are right.

My insides still turn over when he looks at me that certain way.

I cannot say what color Lenore Beadsman’s eyes are; I cannot look at them; they are the sun to me.

Do you love him?" Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. "He makes me feel like that. Like flying.

She had never had a boy talk to her like that. There was no cover of bullshit, no flirtation, no added charm, but his look was searing. He was different from anyone she had known.

And so, when a person meets the half that is his very own, whatever his orientation, whether it's to young men or not, then something wonderful happens: the two are struck from their senses by love, by a sense of belonging to one another, and by desire, and they don't want to be separated from one another, not even for a moment.

Starved for affection, terrified of abandonment, I began to wonder if sex was really just an excuse to look deeply into another human being's eyes.

As soon as I look up, his eyes click onto my face. The breath whooshes out of my body and everything freezes for a second, as though I’m looking at him through my camera lens, zoomed in all the way, the world pausing for that tiny span of time between the opening and closing of the shutter.

My heart stopped. It just stopped beating. And for the first time in my life, I had that feeling. You know, like the world is moving all around you, all beneath you, all inside you, and you're floating. Floating in midair. And the only thing keeping you from drifting away is the other person's eyes. They're connected to yours by some invisible physical force, and they hold you fast while the rest of the world swirls and twirls and falls completely away.

Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back.

She open her eyes and met his. The impact was so strong he was amazed that his figures continued playing with out pause.

I don't think relationships are all about sex, but it's definitely about passion and that feeling of "I want you now." I love that romantic side of it.

What is commonly honored with the name of Friendship is no very profound or powerful instinct. Men do not, after all, love their Friends greatly. I do not often see the farmers made seers and wise to the verge of insanity by their Friendship for one another. They are not often transfigured and translated by love in each other's presence. I do not observe them purified, refined, and elevated by the love of a man.