Ways To Describe Eyes Novels & Stories

That was superb! Again, a smile touched Devlin’s lips. His eyes softened. ''You know, you have amazing eyes. They are like mirrors. When you are sad, they dilate and turn gloomy, easily seen that you are sad. When you are extremely happy and excited, a shiny star twinkles in the middle of your pupil...''

She shows me and I was amazed at how quick she was able to draw an outline and the eyebrow almost seemed perfect with the image of this nameless woman in my head. I nod, “Yeah, like that.” Sara focused back on her drawing, “Tell me about the eyes. Does she have double eyelid or not?” “Double eyelid.” I answered quickly. “Slanted eyes? Wide eyes? Slavic eyes?” I paused because I didn’t know how to describe her eyes in a more detailed way as I can. I pulled my head up and Sara was waiting for me to say something. “Hepburn’s.” I chirped.

The kind that says I see you and I am glad and this is everything and I will not make it weird. When she pulls back her eyes are doing something. "Do not," I say. "I am not doing anything," she says. "Your eyes are doing something," I say. "They are fine," she says, blinking rapidly. "Completely fine. Dust." "Hackney dust." "Notorious for it," she says.

She could only blink her eyes and stared into his green eyes. Now that she saw him this close, she finally realized the beauty of his eye color. It reminded her of the evergreen forest. Liam’s eyes were so rich in green, and she couldn’t stop looking into them. Anita’s eyes weren’t as green as his.

I asked curiously "Nothing, I just remembered when you asked me to describe what your husband looked like, even after telling him it didn't matter" I giggle"oh you remember that, it wasn't for me you know, the fate of my children's looks depended on it" we both laughed ''Caramel skin, deep brown eyes, silky black hair, sideburns, and a cute button nose, 6ft1, that's how you described him. oh and deep dimples when he smiles, I clearly remember, I even had a maid describe him again in case you were lying, I don't know if that was considered as handsome so I definitely needed a second opinion" we both laugh

She just gazed at me, her eyes piercing and unyielding, as if waiting for me to explain or justify my outburst. It was then that I truly saw her eyes, like two rich, velvety brown pools that seemed to hold a depth of emotion and understanding. They were fringed with thick lashes that added to their allure, and their warmth drew me in like a gentle embrace. Her eyes were like melted chocolate, smooth and inviting, with hints of golden light that danced in their depths. They were eyes that seemed to see right through to my soul, and yet, they held a softness that made me feel like I was gazing into a gentle summer breeze.

Her delicate features were like a work of art, each detail meticulously crafted with perfection. Her long lashes brushed against her cheeks, creating a gentle flutter with each breath she took. They framed her captivating eyes, windows to a soul that sparkled with warmth, intelligence, and an unwavering spirit. Those eyes had the power to see through me, to unravel the depths of my being, and to touch the most vulnerable parts of my heart.

I have to touch my face. Then, years later, I had the chance to look into her eyes again. They weren’t light, but not too dark either—big, alert, always curious. And strangest of all, watery, because that wicked woman was sensitive about everything. Not that she cried easily, but her eyes revealed how she saw the world. They showed her fears and joys everywhere she went. What magnificent eyes! Like something out of an anime.

Everything is always blurry, everything but his eyes from where I stand every time. His eyes are entrancing, the sparkle of gold, like lighting throughout the emerald green capturing anyone who locks onto them, the shimmer and sparkle they project, with the hint of black around the edges giving you the sense of mystery they hold. Never knowing if it's pain and sadness or joy and happiness within them. This is the only thing I get to see when I'm looking through my own eyes in my dream, then I am back to standing there in the distance.

He carried himself with an air of quiet authority, his every movement exuding an aura of confidence and competence. His eyes, the windows to his soul, were the most striking feature of his face. They were a piercing shade of blue, like the icy depths of a northern glacier. They held a depth of experience and wisdom that belied his gruff exterior. In those eyes, one could see a lifetime of stories, tales of danger, bravery, and the occasional act of kindness.