Funny Quotes Eyes Novels & Stories

“Has no one told Marty this face looks like a cock with balls?” She chokes on her laugh, her eyes wide as she tries to bring air into her lungs. Eventually, she gains composure. Her fingers come up to wipe at the smudged mascara underneath her eyes, the tears from her laughter making black splotches underneath her eyes. “I think Marty almost fired me when I told him I thought the addition of the smiley face with a nose looked a little…phallic.” I smirk. “A little? The eyes look like two rounded balls with a small cock in the middle.” Each time I say cock, I swear her cheeks get slightly more red.

"Why the fuck are you here?" He furiously mouthed the words at me. His light brown eyes were so dark now that they seemed black. Rolling my eyes, I continued digging into my food, making sure to chew each morsel thoroughly. I could still feel his eyes drilling into me. If looks could kill, I would be six feet under now. A devious plan came to my mind and I smiled as the wheels in my mind began to turn. Let us see how he will ignore me now.

“I love the color of your eyes. They remind me of peaceful waters when you’re calm, fierce waves when you’re pissed and the sea on a sunny summer day when you tell a joke.” “Are you Shakespeare’s descendant? I could never come up with something like that,” I told him. His eyes squinted and wrinkles appeared beside his lips as he laughed. I love the color of his eyes too, they remind me dusty cupboards, old books and the color of the soil. But I would never tell him that. “I like the way you laugh,” I said instead. He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I like you.” Just an arrangement, Claire Ruth Wordsworth.

I find tears in my eyes and my jaws are hurting due to laughing non-stop. He lies next to me and I give him a side glance. He lies on his side to look at me. He is smiling while I am in tears after laughing so hard. "You're cruel," I whisper, leaving my stomach and lying next to him on my side so that I can look at his face. The sun rays coming from the window behind me are landing on his handsome face. His dark eyes shine under the sunlight and they glow bright like a pool of honey. I cannot help but admire them from the bottom of my heart. His eyes are way too beautiful.

Ethan and Maria also glanced at him in unison, silently observing him. Unable to resist, I asked, "How could you tell that Daddy was angry?" Neil chuckled, a playful note in his voice. "Daddy's eyes are like a lion's," he said. "It's like there's this light in his eyes, and when he gets mad, the light suddenly turns all dark, and it's kind of scary." I couldn't help but laugh. Neil's description made the image of an angry glare seem strangely gentle and almost comical. Even Ken Yimo’s lips curved upward slightly, clearly amused by Neil's innocent portrayal.

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James said in mockery. Zane watched as they made happy comments about him, he felt free as if a whole load has been lifted off his chest at that moment and he smiled again, the guys noticed and started another round of teasing "I think my eyes are going blind" Fred said jokingly "I think so too," James said, swiping at his eyes as if to clear it. "You guys are being absurd, it's just a smile, what's the big deal in smiling?" Zane said almost rolling his eyes at their behavior

"What do you mean? Shouldn't we believe our own eyes?" "Of course." Lucas smiled faintly and said, "Never believe in your own eyes. Because your eyes can also deceive you sometimes." As soon as he said this, more than 20 Gene Fighters of Wild Tiger Mountain all laughed as if they had never heard such a funny joke. "Haha!!!" Hearing the laughter of the Gene Fighters in front of him, Lucas couldn't help shaking his head secretly. He really didn't understand why they dared to laugh. "Interesting. Very interesting!"

“Mine are boring brown.” “Are you kidding?” he asked. “I’ll have you know they’re quite captivating.” I laughed. “Okay.” His eyes narrowed. “You don’t believe me?” I shook my head. “Why do you look offended?” I asked between laughs. “They’re my eyes, not yours.” “Yeah, and I’m offended that you’re looking down on yourself. Mine are a cold grey, yours are a warm brown. Have you seen how they change colours depending on the light? Plus when I look at you, it’s like you’re looking straight into my soul.”

"I got her on her feet, and instead of apologizing that she bumped into me the first thing she says is 'Fuck, you have pretty eyes." Everyone couldn't help but laugh, but I don't laugh as it all starts to come back. No freaking way. "Shut up! That was you?" I don't know when I yell. . .* .