The lustful glances thrown his way made me wish he wasn’t such a damned bowl of eye candy." - Cat re: Bones
O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look; O let me for one moment touch her wrist; Let me one moment to her breathing list; And as she leaves me, may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.
You bat your baby blues at tall, dark, and gruesome, and next thing you know, he's trailing you like a lost puppy.
An ordinary beginning, something that would have been forgotten had it been anyone but her. But as he shook her hand and met those striking emerald eyes, he knew before he'd taken his next breath that she was the one he could spend the rest of his life looking for but never find again. She seemed that good, that perfect, while a summer wind blew through the trees.
Love is a robber and he lives within your eyes.
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.
she’s not pretty, that word is too small. She is not like the girls I used to stare at, all bend and curve and softness. She is small but strong, and her bright eyes demand attention. Looking at her is like waking up.
There is something powerfully beguiling about the excited eyes of a young woman. They can pull all manner of nonsense out of a foolish young man, and I was no exception to this rule.
Everybody's looking at me But it's alright I like attention The clubs not hot until I walk through They stop and stare and watch me move Like damn I like that I'm sexy and you know it.
Those fine eyes of hers had a disconcertingly direct gaze, and very often twinkled in a manner disturbing to male egotism. She had common-sense too, and what man wanted the plainly matter-of-fact, when he could enjoy instead Sophia's delicious folly?
There is something about her eyes. Eyes don't breathe. I know that much. But hers look breathless.
He has the ability to catch someone by the way that he looks at her, and make her wish he would go on looking.
I loved Catherine Deneuve, Sophia Loren, and Ursula Andress. They had an incredible strength but fragility at the same time, especially Catherine Deneuve, who had an aloofness that impressed me.
Now she looks pale and small, but her eyes make me think of wide- open skies that I have never actually seen, only dreamed of.
The Beauty raised her eyes, the only part of her that was truly beautiful.
The look of experience suited him, especially because somewhere deep in those eyes, there still lurked a dangerous invitation to play. He had a quality of masculine confidence that was a thousand times more potent than mere handsomeness. Perfect goodlooks could leave you cold, but this kind of sexy charisma went straight to your knees. -Haven Travis
He made me mess the song up when I looked at him... We can show the kids the tape and say, "Look, that's when we first laid eyes on each other."
On woman Nature did bestow two eyes, Like Hemian's bright lamps, in matchless beauty shining, Whose beams do soonest captivate the wise And wary heads, made rare by art's refining.
Ronan kept staring at Whelk. He was good at staring. There was something about his stare that took something from the other person.
The first time ever I saw your face I thought the sun rose in your eyes
She can kill with her smile, she can wound with her eyes.
