Ways To Describe Eyes Novels & Stories

The once heavy and undulating eyes of Jom popped open once again clearly struggling against its lids which seemed like things now imbued with the power of a lead

He did not dare believe that Fiona personally came knocking on their dorm and visited him on her own will even though he was already seeing it by his two own eyes. Just a few days of not seeing each other, but the young lady in his memory seems to have grown much more beautiful. She naturally commanded a disposition of elegance, and her facial features had gotten far more ravishing as well. It was as if they had been painstakingly carved into perfection. With just one look, one would find oneself unwittingly holding one's breath. She was simply too beautiful to be described by mere words. Every single aspect of her seemed to be the embodiment of beauty itself, making it impossible to pick ou

I swear a sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph's eyes and her pixie's nose any better. I remember how her shiny halo-white teeth parted slightly as she stared at me with confusion. I sighed and ran my hand through my head. I noticed how her pair of arched eyebrows looked down on sweeping eyelashes as her delicate ear framed a button nose. Most of her hair was half covering her face and her blue eyes gazed intensely at me. Many emotions flickered in her eyes, emotions that I couldn't get to read. I can't figure out any of the emotions flickering in her eyes as they gaze at me.

I don't want anyone to even look into your eyes. Your eyes speak the words that your lips never could. Your actual eyes are too honest to disguise the sweet soul shining through them. Your eyes are like crystals. I never want to let them go when we stare at each other. I love the way your eyes look so concerned when I am going away.

When I looked up, my gaze locked onto his. His eyes captured me, a mesmerizing contradiction. One a brilliant cerulean, reminiscent of the clearest summer sky, vibrant and alive. It sparkled with an intensity that felt as though it held the secrets of the universe, radiating warmth and clarity. It drew me in like the inviting depths of the ocean, whispering of adventure and discovery.

Totally alluring and addicting. My eyes met her now wide eyes. For the first time, I saw her eyes from this close. Her eyes were dark blue holding twinkle in them, like the way stars twinkle in the night sky. Her black eyes seemed like holding some secret deep inside them. I couldn't help but get mesmerized by her tantalizing black eyes. Before I knew it, my heart started picking up the race. I swear that her eyes were the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen in my life.

Perhaps out of curiosity, or perhaps her head was already wet, she raised her head slightly to peek… And couldn’t take her eyes off him anymore. She was captivated by the rich and complex emotions in his eyes. Gentle, lingering, and… what else could it be? She had used all her vocabulary to find a word that could describe it. But, she searched her mind but couldn’t find a word that could describe that gaze. Her eyes gradually became confused. She couldn’t understand this person’s gaze.

He looked at me with his eyes that were staring with great emotion. Sometimes, I wonder how someone can stare with one pair of eyes, but it's like they're talking and saying many things in those eyes. Ethan is the kind of person who can speak many things through his beautiful eyes. I believed that even if his mouth didn't talk, I would still be able to understand him through his gaze.

These eyes, on the verge of releasing their captive tears, express a profound yearning for solace and relief from the burdens that weigh heavily upon her shoulders. Every glance offers a glimpse into her inner turmoil, a narrative of struggles and heartaches that words alone cannot capture. They hold the power to evoke empathy, inviting those who dare to look closer to share in her sorrow and offer a comforting embrace. The vulnerability they exhibit serves as a reminder of the fragility of the human spirit and the profound impact a single act of kindness can have on a wounded soul. Her sad eyes, poised to overflow, possess a haunting beauty that draws the observer into a world of empathy an

I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized. When my eyes went to my brother, he was very beautiful in a fancy navy blue and gold suit. His golden locks identical to mine were messy but still beautiful, and his eyes were as beautiful as rubies under the sunlight. He nodded to me while sitting in a taller chair than the one I was in. I looked at the materials they gave me and held the thin brush with black paint, then I began.