Your Eyes Are Mesmerizing Quotes

#1. Where are your pants?" I shouted a little louder than I intended.
She pulled the pillow off her face long enough to look at me and narrow her eyes before covering her face again and answering. "It's my policy. The no pants policy. And this is my apartment. So if you don't like my policies, you should leave."
I felt my eyes widen. "You have a policy that you don't wear pants when you're at home?"
"Correct," she confirmed.
"I should stop by more often," I mumbled. #Quote by Amie Knight

#2. Um… yes," I say desperately. "I was just wondering… could we possible put it off for a little bit? Just a few minutes."

Hilary's face freezes.

"What?" she says at last. I have a dreadful feeling she's going to explode.

"I feel a bit confused. I need more time to think…" I trail off at Hilary's expression.

She comes toward me and brings her face very close to mine. She's still smiling, but her eyes are snapping and her nostrils flared and white. I take a step back, quailing, but she grabs my shoulders so hard I can feel her nails digging into my flesh.

"Samantha," she hisses. "You will go out there, you will read your statement, and you will say Carter Spink is the best law firm in the world. And if you don't – I will kill you."

I think she's serious. #Quote by Sophie Kinsella

#3. People are different in many ways that can't be denied. We look different; we have different tastes and backgrounds. If you focus on differences, as the ego does, you can't escape the tendency to feel better or worse than someone else. This is the game of comparison, and comparison always leads to judgment. Yet without trying to erase any differences you don't have to play the game of comparison. Permit everyone to have what you have: wholeness. See with the eyes of your true self and know that if you are complete, everyone else must also be complete. #Quote by Deepak Chopra

#4. What fools we all are. We girls. Afraid of the wrong things, at the wrong times. Afraid of a burdened face, when outside, outside waiting for you are fires you cannot imagine. Men, holding matches up to your gasoline eyes. Flames, flames all around you, licking at your just-born breasts, your just-bled body. And infernos. Infernos as wide as the world. Waiting to impoverish you, make you ash, and even the wind, even the wind. Even the wind, my dear, she thought, watching you burn, willing it, passing over you, and through you. Scattering you, because you are a girl, and because you are ash. #Quote by Shobha Rao

#5. Pay up."

Eve rolled over, rubbed her bare butt, and wondered if she'd have rug burns. Still vibrating from the last orgasm, she closed her eyes again. "Huh?"

"Fifty credits." He leaned over, gently kissed the tip of her breast. "You lost, Lieutenant."

"I'm naked," she pointed out. "I don't generally keep credits up my -- "

"I'm happy to take your IOU." He rose, all graceful, gleaming muscles, and took a memo card from his console. "Here you are." Handed it to her.

She stared down at it, knowing dignity was as lost as the fifty credits. "You're really enjoying this."

"Oh, more than you can possibly imagine."

Scowling at him, she engaged the memo. "I owe you, Roarke, fifty credits, Dallas, Lieutenant Eve." She shoved the memo at him. "Satisfied."

"In every possible way." He thought, sentimentally, that he would tuck the memo away with the little gray suit button he'd kept from their very first meeting. "I love you, Dallas, Lieutenant Eve, in every possible way. #Quote by J.D. Robb

#6. What are your pleasures and pursuits, Lord Moncrieffe?" Miss Eversea asked too brightly, when the silence had gone on for more than was strictly comfortable or polite.
That creaky conversation lubricant. It irritated him again that she was humoring him.
"Well, I'm partial to whores."
Her head whipped toward him like a weather-vane in a hurricane. Her eyes, he noted, were enormous, and such a dark blue they were nearly purple. Her mouth dropped, and the lower lip was quivering with shock or ... or ...
"Whor ... whores ... ?" She choked out the word as if she'd just inhaled it like bad cigar smoke.
He widened his own eyes with alarm, recoiling slightly.
"I ... I beg your pardon - Horses. Honestly, Miss Eversea," he stammered. "I do wonder what you think of me if that's what you heard. #Quote by Julie Anne Long

#7. They were afraid the longer we pretended to be human, the more human we would become."
"And who would want that?"
"I didn't think I would," he admits. "Until I became one."
"When you…'woke up' in Evan?"
He shakes his head and says simply, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, "When I woke up in you, Cassie. I wasn't fully human until I saw myself in your eyes."
And then there are real human tears in his real human eyes, and it's my turn to hold him while his heart breaks. My turn to see myself in his eyes.
Somebody might say that I'm not the only one lying in the enemy's arms.
I am humanity, but who is Evan Walker? Human and Other. Both and neither. By loving me, he belongs to no one.
He doesn't see it that way. #Quote by Rick Yancey

#8. Isabelle snorted. 'All the boys are gay. In this truck, anyway. Well, not you, Simon.'
'You noticed' said Simon.

'I think of myself as a freewheeling bisexual,' added Magnus.

'Please never say those words in front of my parents,' said Alec. 'Especially my father.'

'I thought your parents were okay with you, you know, coming out,' Simon said, leaning around Isabelle to look at Alec, who was - as he often was - scowling, and pushing his floppy dark hair out of his eyes. Aside from the occasional exchange, Simon had never talked to Alec much. He wasn't an easy person to get to know. But, Simon admitted to himself, his own recent estrangement from his mother made him more curious about Alec's answer than he would have been otherwise.

'My mother seems to have accepted it,' Alec said. 'But my father - no, not really. Once he asked me what I thought had turned me gay.'

Simon felt Isabelle tense next to him. 'Turned you gay?' She sounded incredulous. 'Alec, you didn't tell me that.'

'I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider,' said Simon.

Magnus snorted; Isabelle looked confused. 'I've read Magnus's stash of comics,' said Alec, 'so I actually know what you're talking about' A small smile played around his mouth. 'So would that give me the proportional gayness of a spider?'

'Only if it was a really gay spider,' said Magnus, and he yelled as Alec punched him in the arm. 'Ow, oka #Quote by Cassandra Clare

#9. To be real on this path you must be humble --
If you look down at others you'll get pushed down the stairs.

If your heart goes around on high, you fly far from this path.
There's no use hiding it --
What's inside always leaks outside.

Even the one with the long white beard, the one who looks so wise --
If he breaks a single heart, why bother going to Mecca?
If he has no compassion, what's the point?

My heart is the throne of the Beloved,
the Beloved the heart's destiny:
Whoever breaks another's heart will find no homecoming
in this world or any other.

The ones who know say very little
while the beasts are always speaking volumes;
One word is enough for one who knows.

If there is any meaning in the holy books, it is this:
Whatever is good for you, grant it to others too --

Whoever comes to this earth migrates back;
Whoever drinks the wine of love
understands what I say --

Yunus, don't look down at the world in scorn --

Keep your eyes fixed on your Beloved's face,
then you will not see the bridge
on Judgment Day. #Quote by Yunus Emre

#10. I look at it somewhat as a way - when you learn juggling, what you learn is how to feel with your eyes and see with your hands because you're not looking at your hands, you're looking at where the balls are, or you're looking at the audience. #Quote by Michael Moschen

#11. Architecture is the very mirror of life.You only have to cast your eyes on buildings to feel the presence of the past, the spirit of a place; they are the reflection of society. #Quote by I.M. Pei

#12. Ransom really looked at the other man for the first time, shook his head, stared again."Holy hell, your eyes are like a fucking viper's."
Venom raised an eyebrow."You have hair prettier than one of Astaad's concubines."
Ransom gave the vampire the finger.
Venom grinned. #Quote by Nalini Singh

#13. That expression you get in your eyes when you are very tired and everything is like a dream and you are starting to know what things are like underneath what people say they are. #Quote by Jean Rhys

#14. We have a long ride ahead of us tonight, and you wouldn't want to regret your first good meal in days."
In weeks, I thought as I picked up a spoon, but I didn't say it out loud--it felt disloyal somehow.
Then the sense of what he'd said sank in, and I almost lost my appetite again. "How long to the capital?"
"We will arrive sometime tomorrow morning," he said.
I grimaced down at my soup, then braced myself up, thinking that I'd better eat, hungry or not, for I'd need my strength. "What is Galdran like?" I asked, adding sourly, "Besides being a tyrant, a coward, and a Covenant breaker?"
Shevraeth sat with his mug in his hands. He hadn't eaten much, but he was on his second cup of the coffee. "This is the third time you've brought that up," he said. "How do you know he intends to break the Covenant?"
"We have proof." I saw his eyes narrow, and I added in my hardest voice, "And don't waste your breath threatening me about getting it, because you won't. You really think I'd tell you what and where it is, just to have it destroyed? We may not be doing so well, but it seems my brother and I and our little untrained army are the only hope the Hill Folk have."
The Marquis was silent for a long pause, during which my anger slowly evaporated, leaving me feeling more uncomfortable by the moment. I realized why just before he spoke: By refusing to tell him, I was implying that he, too, wanted to break the Covenant.
Well, doesn't he?--if he's allied #Quote by Sherwood Smith

#15. The Aristocrat

The Devil is a gentleman, and asks you down to stay
At his little place at What'sitsname (it isn't far away).
They say the sport is splendid; there is always something new,
And fairy scenes, and fearful feats that none but he can do;
He can shoot the feathered cherubs if they fly on the estate,
Or fish for Father Neptune with the mermaids for a bait;
He scaled amid the staggering stars that precipice, the sky,
And blew his trumpet above heaven, and got by mastery
The starry crown of God Himself, and shoved it on the shelf;
But the Devil is a gentleman, and doesn't brag himself.

O blind your eyes and break your heart and hack your hand away,
And lose your love and shave your head; but do not go to stay
At the little place in What'sitsname where folks are rich and clever;
The golden and the goodly house, where things grow worse for ever;
There are things you need not know of, though you live and die in vain,
There are souls more sick of pleasure than you are sick of pain;
There is a game of April Fool that's played behind its door,
Where the fool remains for ever and the April comes no more,
Where the splendour of the daylight grows drearier than the dark,
And life droops like a vulture that once was such a lark:
And that is the Blue Devil that once was the Blue Bird;
For the Devil is a gentleman, and doesn't keep his word. #Quote by G.K. Chesterton

#16. M-m-master, when I was on the Quasar I had a paracoita, a doll, you see, a genicon, so beautiful with her great pupils as dark as wells, her i-irises purple like asters or pansies blooming in summer, Master, whole beds of them, I thought, had b-been gathered to make those eyes, that flesh that always felt sun-warmed. Wh-wh-where is she now, my own scopolagna, my poppet? Let h-h-hooks be buried in the hands that took her! Crush them, master, beneath stones. Where has she gone from the lemon-wood box I made for her, where she never slept at all, for she lay with me all night, not in the box, the lemon-wood box where she waited all day, watch-and-watch, Master, smiling when I laid her in so she might smile when I drew her out. How soft her hands were, her little hands. Like d-d-doves. She might have flown with them about the cabin had she not chosen instead to lie with me. W-w-wind their guts about your w-windlass, snuff their eyes into their mouths. Unman them, shave them clean below so their doxies may not know them, their lemans may rebuke them, leave them to the brazen laughter of the brazen mouths of st-st-strumpets. Work your will upon those guilty. Where was their mercy on the innocent? When did they tremble, when weep? What kind of men could do as they have done - thieves, false friends, betrayers, bad shipmates, no shipmates, murderers and kidnappers. W-without you, where are their nightmares, where are their restitutions, so long promised? Where are their abacinations, #Quote by Gene Wolfe

#17. Are you done getting your head straight?"
"No," I admitted.
He nodded. "You ready to let me help you do that yet?"
I closed my eyes and breathed, "Porter. I don't--"
His deep and masculine voice became desperate. "Let me in, Charlotte. We'll take it slow band start in the dark if that's what you need. But I want you in the light, sweetheart. Whatever it takes to get you there, I'll do it. I just need you to let me in so I can try. #Quote by Aly Martinez

#18. It is a joyous thing, war. You love your comrade so much in war. When you see that your quarrel is just, and your blood is fighting well, tears rise to your eyes. A great sweet feeling of loyalty and of pity fills your heart on seeing your friend so valiantly exposing his body. And then your are prepared to go and live or die with him, and for love not to abandon him. And out of that, there arises such a delectation, that he who has not experienced it is not fit to say what delight is. Do you think that a man who does that fears death? Not at all, for he feels so strengthened, so elated, that he does not know where he is. Truly he is afraid of nothing. #Quote by Jean De Bevil

#19. She brought the bite to her mouth and chewed slowly, as if savoring the sweet. But he knew better. She was stalling. Using the tart as an excuse to occupy her mouth so she couldn't answer his questions. Darius tugged her plate out of reach before she could stab a second bite. "Nicole." His use of her given name had the desired effect. Her chin jerked up and her eyes widened as she scanned his face. "Your safety is not a trifling matter." The urge to cover her hand with his speared through him, but he resisted, not knowing how she'd interpret such a gesture. Unsure, as well, how he'd want her to interpret it. "While you are at Oakhaven, you are under my protection. Whatever you are running away from - " "I'm not running away." Her eyes sparked, and she visibly bristled as if he'd offended her. "I'm simply taking care of an . . . an errand for my father. It requires a bit of secrecy, is all, and there are competitors who wish to . . . interfere. #Quote by Karen Witemeyer

#20. In the county, there's nothing more dangerous than a woman who speaks her mind. That's what happened to Eve, you know, why we were cast out from heaven. We're dangerous creatures. Full of devil charms. If given the opportunity, we will use our magic to lure men to sin, to evil, to destruction." My eyes are getting heavy, too heavy to roll in a dramatic fashion. "That's why they send us here."
"To rid yourself of your magic," he says.
"No," I whisper as I drift off to sleep. "To break us. #Quote by Kim Liggett

#21. I sense that the thing I am seeking is higher than love and higher than the joy of life and higher than science and glory and higher even than starts. Don't keep my wings tied in Your embrace.
You are only a shadow and only a smile in the great journey of my soul. Your eyes are the two clear springs where my thoughts came to drink and rest for a moment. And between Your breasts hides the soft pillow where I slept for a moment in order to waken again. Don't hold me bound. The enigma is not hidden in Your Lions nor in Your enormous eyes. And Your arms are small and weak and do not embrace my entire soul. There is a magnet above the stars that pulls me. And my entire body shudders, magnetized by the Great Nostalgia and the Great Longing. Someone is pulling at me from the stars. Do not hold me bound. The thing I am seeking is higher than love and higher than the joy of life. #Quote by Nikos Kazantzakis

#22. Poems give us permission to be unsure, in ways we must be if we are ever to learn anything not already known. If you look with open eyes at your actual life, it's always going to be the kind of long division problem that doesn't work out perfectly evenly. Poems let you accept the multiplicity and complexity of the actual, they let us navigate the unnavigable, insoluble parts of our individual fates and shared existence. #Quote by Jane Hirshfield

#23. < You always know just what to do. >
< ? >
< It's easy to feel better around you. >
Thank you.
< The night you kissed me... It was exactly what I needed. Tonight, this is exactly what I needed .>
There went my heart again. I deflected, fixing a playful smile on my lips. < That wasn't even a real kiss. >
< OH RLLY? Are your real kisses better than that? >
I shrugged, looking down, suddenly shy. His finger traced along my palm of my hand as he pulled me closer, simultaneously sitting up in bed. From an inch away, his eyes were huge and intensely blue. His lips were just barely parted. I could feel his breath.
Fuck it, I thought, and went in.
I tried to kiss him so he'd know he was safe, that I would take care of him. I tried to kiss him like we were standing under the stars on an autumn night.
He kissed me with hunger.
I gave him what he wanted.
Even with all he'd been through, there was power in his kisses. Control. I opened to him, letting him in. He explored me, licking the roof of my mouth and back of my teeth, sucking my tongue into his mouth, pulling so that it hurt just a little, just the right amount. I moaned into him.
He held me like that for a long time.
I came back into my body to find him staring at me, smiling. He ran his thumb over my lower lip, then kissed the tip of my nose #Quote by Peter Styles

#24. When you father dies! What then?"
Lord Needham looked up from his pheasant. "I beg your pardon?"
Lady Needham waved one hand in the air as though she hadn't time to think of her husband's feelings, instead prodding, "He shan't live forever, Penelope! What then?"
Penelope could not think of why this was in any way relevant. "Well, that shall be very sad, I imagine."
Lady Needham shook her head in frustration. "Penelope!"
"Mother, I honestly have no idea what you are implying."
"Who will take care of you? When your father dies?"
"Is Father planning to die soon?"
"No," her father said.
"One never knows!" Tears were welling in the marchioness' eyes.
"Oh, for God's-" Lord Needham had had enough. "I'm not dying. And I take no small amount of offence in the fact the thought simply rolled off your tongue. #Quote by Sarah MacLean

#25. You," she told him, "are so full of shit, it's a wonder your eyes don't turn brown. #Quote by Neil Gaiman

#26. Look at me; what can your eyes see? Is it your or is it me? I am you; you are me. Whenever I look, my reflection I can see. #Quote by Debasish Mridha

#27. She blinked up at him in confusion. "What happened?"
"The horse reared and fell." Christopher's voice came out in a rasp. "Tell me your name."
"Why are you asking me that?"
"Your name," he insisted.
"Beatrix Heloise Hathaway." She looked at him with round blue eyes. "Now that we know who I am…who are you?"

At Christopher's expression, Beatrix snickered and wrinkled her nose impishly. "I'm teasing. Really. I know who you are. I'm perfectly all right."
Over Christopher's shoulder, Beatrix caught sight of Leo shaking his head in warning, drawing a finger across his throat. #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#28. He looked at her levelly. There was something in his eyes, a sort of quizzical admiration; she wondered if it was simply admiration of Jessamine's looks. "No," he said. "No, even though you are the perfect picture of Jessamine, I can see Tessa through it somehow as if, if I were to scrape away a layer of paint, there would be my Tessa underneath." "I am not your Tessa either." The light sparkling in his eyes dimmed. "Fair enough," he said. "I suppose you are not. #Quote by Cassandra Clare

#29. This all could have been so much easier," he added with a sigh, "if you'd known sooner what was happening to Elizabeth. You have many acquaintances in English society; how is it they never mentioned it to you?"
"In the first place, I was away from England for almost a year after the episode. In the second place," Ian added with contempt, "among what is amusingly called Polite Society, matters that concern you are never discussed with you. They are discussed with everyone else, directly behind your back if possible."
Ian watched an inexplicable smile trace its way across his uncle's face. "Putting their gossip aside, you find them an uncommonly proud, autocratic, self-assured group, is that it?"
"For the most part, yes," Ian said shortly as he turned and strode up the stairs. When his door closed the vicar spoke to the empty room. "Ian," he said, his shoulders beginning to shake with laughter, "you may as well have the title-you were born with the traits."
After a moment, however, he sobered and lifted his eyes to the beamed ceiling, his expression one of sublime contentment. "Thank You," he said in the direction of heaven. "It took You a rather long time to answer the first prayer," he added, referring to the reconciliation with Ian's grandfather, "but You were wonderfully prompt with the one for Elizabeth. #Quote by Judith McNaught

#30. Keep Plants Nearby Even if it's just a small pot of green, plants can actually work wonders for your concentration. This has been proven after two studies performed in 2011 and 2013. According to psychologists from the University of Michigan, plants are part of the "attention restoration theory" which basically means it restores your focus on the work with just one quick glimpse. Don't forget that the green color of plants is also excellent for the eyes so you're basically "refreshing" your mind and vision through a simple plant. With you practically rejuvenated, your work productivity should increase. #Quote by Rafael Gurkovsky

#31. Have I told you? - your eyes are a dark poem of dancing snow at midnight ... #Quote by John Geddes

#32. Other people you know seem to change quite easily. They have no problem at all with succeeding at their careers and buying apartments and moving to other cities and falling in love and getting married and hyphenating their names and adopting rescue cats and, finally, having children, and then documenting all of this meticulously on the internet. Really, it appears to be effortless on their part. Their lives are constructed like buildings, each precious but totally unsurprising block stacked before your eyes. #Quote by Jami Attenberg

#33. Smartass Disciple: Master, if you are so good, can you drive a car with your eyes closed?
Master of Stupidity: Thou shall not break the rules of drive safely.
Thou shall not tempt the police as well. #Quote by Toba Beta

#34. She was fifty-three years old and lonely and oppressed; why couldn't he let her have her illusions? That was what her wounded, half-drunken eyes had seemed to be saying throughout his interrogation: Why can't I have my illusions?
Because they're lies, he told her silently in his mind as he champed his jaws and swallowed the cheap food. Everything you say is a lie.(...) Everything you live by is a lie, and you want to know what the truth is?
He watched her with murderous distaste as she fumbled with her spoon. They had ordered ice cream, and some of it clung to her lips as she rolled a cold mouthful on her tongue.
Do you want to know what the truth is? The truth is that your fingernails are all broken and black because you're working as a laborer and God knows how we're ever going to get you out of that lens-grinding shop. The truth is that I'm a private in the infantry and I'm probably going to get my head blown off. The truth is, I don't really want to be sitting here at all, eating this goddam ice cream and letting you talk yourself drunk while all my time runs out. The truth is, I wish I'd taken my pass to Lynchburg today and gone to a whorehouse. That's the truth. #Quote by Richard Yates

#35. The eyes get lost in 3-D. With 3-D, your eyes are looking for the plane of focus, right? And the problem is, when you do quick cuts, your eyes can't find it. #Quote by Zack Snyder

#36. Highness, I've heard your lovely sister plans to join us soon," Jagen says from behind them. "What a happy reunion."
Galen rolls his eyes before turning to face him. "You are correct, Jagen. Rayna has missed you. She loves that face you make
when you're upset. She says it's the best impression of a rockfish she's ever seen."
Jagen doesn't like this. His lips curl into a snarl. "Go ahead, young prince. Have a laugh at my expense. I assure you it will be the last time."
Toraf glides in front of Galen. "That sounds a lot like a threat. To my knowledge,threatening a Royal is still illegal."
Galen grabs his shoulder. "It's fine, Toraf. Let this squid release his ink. Ink will only last so long before it fades away in the current. When his protective cloud is gone, everyone will see what's really going on here. #Quote by Anna Banks