Funny Quotes Eyes Novels & Stories

I have a bright future! — But of course, I remember. — interrupts the rude, reducing my good mood — It's because of my orange eyes. They are much better than your red eyes. — How irritating are people who speak their beliefs with complete faith even if they have no proof. Well, since my mood is still good … — Oh. Sure. It is your eyeballs that metamorphose your brain cells into muscle mass. —I declare in a tone of surprise and mimicry worthy of the stage.”

I snap at him, making quotes gestures in the air. Ethan draws his head back and runs his eyes over my face for a few seconds before he bursts into laughter. What’s so funny? After catching his breath, “do you think I’m one of those men?” he inquires.

I played along. “Maybe that’s exactly how I can solve your problem,” he chuckled. I shook my head with a smile, “You’re not gonna kill my people, Red Eyes.” “Red Eyes?” He parrotted, “You’re not scared of these cursed eyes?” He laughed at his own remark.

I want to move close and breathe it in, but getting close to Elizabeth is a bad fucking idea. Clearing my throat, I tear myself away before this semi turns into a full erection. “How are you able to keep your eyes open?” she laughs, blinks hers open for just a few seconds. “I have superpowers.” “Well, then use them and chop up the rest of the onion.” That smile looks so good on her, even with the red, watery eyes. She goes to the sink, washes her hands, and rubs her eyes. “Okay…that’s a little better. But, oh my God, I had no idea it got that bad!”

his why are scary and demands the truth always but who could tell him that some why's are better if it stays that way. "What if it returns?" I asked. "Who?" I heard my mother talk this time. What? They have circled me. "The Noise. It's awful and my ear hurts." I told them. "Your LAUGHING?" I screamed a little at them. Seriously? Do they think they could make fun of me when my eyes are closed. Oh! My eyes are closed because they are making fun of me. Their cries are annoying but their laughs are much worse than their crying.

He asked, and I looked at him in confusion. “What do you mean?” “Dude, your eyes are still grey. You’ll freak her out,” he said. I hadn’t realised my eyes were still grey; thinking of her relaxed me. “I guess I’m still mad,” I blew out a frustrated breath, stretched my neck and rolled my shoulders. “Back to normal?” I asked him, and he nodded, bringing his thumb up. “As good as Gucci hoe,” he said, and I squinted my eyes. “What?”

I laughed bitterly after saying the last six words. “You should believe those. It might happen,” she said and again smiled at me. I look at her eyes, her eyes are vividly clear while looking at me. It doesn’t look like an old person’s eyes. The color is in the shade of purple and blue, weird… I envy the color of her eyes. I wonder if she has some grandson like my age that she could introduce to me. Silly thought! I have no time for romance.

"You have such amazing eyes, I doubt they'll scare enemies away. Rather, it'd welcome them the more." He burst out laughing. "You're the first person to tell me this. Everyone believes they look scary." "They don't look deeper the way I do. Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder."

“Stop this joke. I’m serious — stop!” Her eyes turned glassy as she frowned tightly. “Stop this nonsense!”