Eyes Sentence Examples
His eyes were dazzled by it.
Nina said, her eyes expressing delight.
She bit her lips to keep them from quivering and blinked her eyes to get rid of the blur.
His eyes mocked her.
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He walked up and down the river bank, leading his horse behind him; but he kept his eyes turned always toward the dim, dark spot which he knew was the old North Church.
His large eyes were bright and snappy.
In that moment she was certain she saw something in his eyes - something akin to remorse.
Alex rolled his eyes and made a face.
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His troubled gaze came back to her face, pacing from her eyes to her lips.
He seems weak, and his eyes are dull.
For a moment he simply gazed into her eyes, and then he drew a deep breath.
He opened his eyes and looked around at the small, plain room and at the poor people standing near him.
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With tears in her eyes she went out and stood in the whisperer's place.
All eyes were turned to see why the king had said, "Open the window."
Then his eyes overflowed with tears, and he fell on his knees before the king.
Natasha looked at him, and by way of answer to his words her eyes widened and lit up.
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His jaw tightened and his eyes flashed a warning.
The caliph's eyes were filled with tears.
The two boys, Charlot and Blondel, with wondering eyes watched their father and mother undress the little stranger.
He knew that these were the eyes of the wolf.
Andrew's gray eyes blazed as he stood up straight and proud before the haughty captain.Advertisement
What a happy thing that he saw you again, he added, suddenly turning to Natasha and looking at her with eyes full of tears.
Pierre listened to her with lips parted and eyes fixed upon her full of tears.
For a few seconds they gazed silently into one another's eyes--and what had seemed impossible and remote suddenly became possible, inevitable, and very near.
Finally he sat up, a glint of humor in his eyes.
A slow smile worked its way across his face and into his eyes.
A touch of humor came into his eyes.
I can see it in his eyes.
Tears were in his eyes; but he tried to look brave.
His eyes closed and he was soon fast asleep.
As before he was absent-minded and seemed occupied not with what was before his eyes but with something special of his own.
Pierre looked again at the companion's pale, delicate face with its black eyes and peculiar mouth, and something near to him, long forgotten and more than sweet, looked at him from those attentive eyes.
The chief thing in his eyes was not the nitrogen in the soil, nor the oxygen in the air, nor manures, nor special plows, but that most important agent by which nitrogen, oxygen, manure, and plow were made effective-- the peasant laborer.
Finally he sat the cup carefully on the table, avoiding her eyes when he spoke.
She blinked to relieve the stinging in her eyes.
The twinkle came back into his eyes.
He was watching her, a wry smile on his face and an amused twinkle in his eyes.
His mouth snapped shut and shame filled his eyes.
The sincerity in his voice brought tears to her eyes.
His gaze was warm, his eyes misty.
His eyes turned cold.
His eyes clouded with belated concern and his voice lost its edge.
His smile was sardonic, yet his eyes held a glint of humor.
His voice was gruff, and his brows were drawn together in a frown... and yet the blue eyes twinkled with humor.
He released her hand, but his eyes still held hers in a hypnotic trance that made her think of Dracula.
He nodded, the topaz eyes probing hers suspiciously.
A wry smile twisted his face, but the eyes softened.
His arms were folded across his chest and a twinkle was in his eyes.
What was going on behind those fantastic eyes, she couldn't say, but Pete's jaw must have dropped a mile.
He carried her about a hundred yards and then set her on her feet, slapping her backside with a sting that brought tears to her eyes.
She squeezed her eyes shut and prayed that romantic thoughts would cease to invade her newfound paradise.
His eyes were dark and distressed.
Look at the kitten's intelligent eyes;" (here Eureka closed her eyes sleepily) "gaze at her smiling countenance!"
Then she saw that the child's face was very pale and that he neither opened his eyes nor moved.
The son, lowering his eyes, followed her quietly.
He closed his eyes and seemed to be dozing.
But Anatole's expression, though his eyes were fixed on her, referred not to her but to the movements of Mademoiselle Bourienne's little foot, which he was then touching with his own under the clavichord.
His gleaming eyes were fixed intently on one spot.
She fixed her eyes on him in amazement, smiling as if she did not recognize him.
And tears came into my eyes, and I was glad he noticed this.
I want him! said Natasha, with glittering eyes and no sign of a smile.
She frowned and lowered her eyes for a moment.
Natasha continued to look at him intently with bright, attentive, and animated eyes, as if trying to understand something more which he had perhaps left untold.
He paused and rubbed his face and eyes with his hands.
She spoke little of Pierre, but when Princess Mary mentioned him a long-extinguished light once more kindled in her eyes and her lips curved with a strange smile.
She never cried from pain or vexation, but always from sorrow or pity, and when she wept her radiant eyes acquired an irresistible charm.
She looked down at her expanded figure and in the glass at her pale, sallow, emaciated face in which her eyes now looked larger than ever.
She felt that the allurements instinct had formerly taught her to use would now be merely ridiculous in the eyes of her husband, to whom she had from the first moment given herself up entirely--that is, with her whole soul, leaving no corner of it hidden from him.
The baby again opened his eyes and looked at her.
Her face had shriveled, her upper lip had sunk in, and her eyes were dim.
Countess Mary sat down doing woolwork; Natasha did not take her eyes off her husband.
The curly- headed, delicate boy sat with shining eyes unnoticed in a corner, starting every now and then and muttering something to himself, and evidently experiencing a new and powerful emotion as he turned his curly head, with his thin neck exposed by his turn-down collar, toward the place where Pierre sat.
He shook his head and rolled his eyes.
His penetrating gaze prowled over her face and pounced on her eyes.
For a moment she struggled with him until something changed in his eyes.
When it finally started down the runway, she closed her eyes.
A slow smile spread over his mouth and spilled into his eyes.
Carmen rolled her eyes.
She lifted her head, copper curls falling across her eyes.
She hiked it up and Felipa rolled her eyes.
He grinned, the dimple playing below one of his twinkling eyes.
She sighed, leaning back and gazing into his eyes.
The smile warmed his eyes.
And then her eyes grew large.
She lifted her head and gazed up into his eyes.
Carmen glanced at Alex, but he either didn't notice her attention, or he was avoiding her eyes.
Felipa rolled her eyes.
Tears stung her eyes.
His gaze wandered over her face, coming back to her eyes.
His gaze traveled over her face and then found her eyes.
A flush crawled up his neck, across his face and hid behind flashing dark eyes.
She lifted her head and looked into his eyes.
Katie glanced up and rolled her eyes.
Carmen's throat constricted and unshed tears stung her eyes.
Her eyes were bloodshot but otherwise she looked pale lying on the sheets like a limp doll.
Carmen swallowed a lump in her throat and blinked tears from her eyes.
Destiny's eyes lit up when she saw it.
His face was flushed and his eyes were bright.
Destiny ran to Carmen, her eyes large.
When he gazed into her eyes, his voice was deep and warm.
His lips held a faint smile and his eyes twinkled.
Katie groaned and rolled her eyes.
He wiped moisture from his eyes.
Alex's mouth twisted into a wry smile and the dark eyes that sought hers held a trace of humor.
A lump formed in her throat and tears spilled from her eyes.
She looked up at Alex, teasing him with her eyes.
Being around Lathum had opened his eyes to the number of people who deceive and are deceived.
She folded the newspaper to shut the accusing eyes.
Spots flickered in her eyes as she leaned back.
That was the last thing she remembered until she opened her eyes again and found all three of them hanging over her.
Her eyes drooped and she lost consciousness again.
She opened her eyes... but it wasn't Nick holding her hand.
Lisa rolled her eyes.
She closed her eyes and prayed fervently.
She opened her eyes, afraid to move or even take a breath.
She closed her eyes and said another prayer before she clamped a sweaty hand around the cold door handle.
Dark bushy brows drew together over flashing blue eyes.
Their eyes met for a moment... piercing blue eyes meeting startled green eyes in a battle of nerve.
The man stepped out and those piercing blue eyes questioned her silently from under furrowed bows.
She winced as she stood, and glanced up into blue eyes that gave every indication he could read her mind.
Avoiding his eyes as she walked past him, she tried not to limp.
Her large brown eyes took in Lisa with surprise and she threw her son a questioning look.
Warm brown eyes turned on Lisa again with concern.
Those blue eyes were boring into her soul, searching for heaven only knew what.
A curly blond head peeked around the corner and large blue eyes studied the stranger cautiously.
Her mischievous blue eyes sought her father first and then her grandmother.
Far from the grouchy expression he had put on at the beginning of the ride, now his eyes flashed with humor, and his lips were twisted in a friendly smile.
His smile was dry, but his eyes twinkled with mirth.
She must look a sight with red swollen eyes.
He grabbed her wrist, his eyes flashing fire.
He rolled his eyes.
Sarah studied the situation with wise eyes.
Without taking his eyes from it, he finally spoke.
Then his face engaged in a smile that created little wrinkles around his eyes and grooves in his cheeks.
Giddon returned to his place on the couch, his eyes twinkling with humor and the slightest suggestion of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
The minute they entered the room Connie shut the door and turned to her with wide eyes.
Giddon rolled his eyes and waved a hand.
Thick dark lashes and a deep tan intensified the blue of his eyes, and his freshly shaven face had attractive angles.
The twinkle left his eyes and he shifted uncomfortably in the seat.
His face was sober, the blue eyes probing her mind again.
A smile was plastered on his dark face, but it didn't reach the smoldering eyes.
Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half-closed as Giddon tossed a saddle blanket over his back and then swung up the saddle.
She pulled the lawn chair into the shade under a tree and stretched out, closing her eyes and simply listening to the birds.
His eyes flashed angrily and he stepped forward, reaching for her.
There was a light step behind her, and then Allen's eyes widened as his attention shifted to a point behind her.
Eyes of blue ice turned on Allen and Giddon's voice was almost a growl.
Allen swallowed again, almost cringing as he licked his lips and turned desperate eyes on Lisa.
He lifted the cup to take a sip and his eyes met hers accusatively.
Even now, as his eyes sought her forgiveness, his chin stayed up proudly.
His expression revealed surprise for a brief moment, and then his eyes flashed with anger.
She was the maid, the baby sitter - nothing else in his eyes.
Tammy shrugged her tiny shoulders, the large blue eyes imploring her not to pry.
He studied her face with mocking eyes, and his mouth twisted into a humorless smile.
His brows shot up and his eyes twinkled.
His eyes were twinkling with humor, and something else.
His expression sobered and the blue eyes lost a little of their warmth.
They reached an open place in the brush where Diablo stood hip-shod, his eyes half closed - as if all hell wasn't getting ready to burst loose.
His eyes were no longer piercing.
The single word was terse and the eyes reflected sincerity.
It ignited a fire in his eyes as well.
Her eyes widened as she noticed the bandaged foot.
She turned excited eyes to her father.
Her expression was solemn, but the eyes that regarded Lisa were full of mischief.
The humor in Sarah's eyes was immediately replaced with concern - and then a guarded expression.
Yancey rolled his eyes at his mother and turned his palms up to God.
She felt somehow drawn to the picture of a frail looking girl with dark eyes that looked out hauntingly from a delicately beautiful face.
Sarah's smile broadened until it crinkled her eyes.
He studied her over the rim of his reading glasses, and his eyes warmed with a smile.
He studied her face with amused eyes.
She gazed up into eyes that were full of tenderness.
He looked startled for a second, and then his eyes flashed, the brows furrowing into one.
The braids not only held it out of her eyes, but thinned the bottom part down enough that it would lay loose across her shoulders and down her back without frizzing.
She recoiled inwardly at the malice in his eyes.
He raised the dark brow further, blue eyes twinkling with humor.
His gaze searched her eyes, but for once apparently found no answer.
Tears filled her eyes, but she forced the water fight at her car into her mind to push out the other.
Her voice broke and she stopped, wiping her eyes.
No, her eyes weren't deceiving her.
Back in his arms, Tammy leaned forward with her nose on his, looking into his eyes.
His eyes twinkled with mirth.
He stepped back, a twinkle in his eyes.
Those eyes were dark now, mostly because the pupils were large.
He glanced back, his eyes mocking her.
His eyes sought out Lisa as he questioned the caller.
Eyes as cold as ice were measuring her every word.
Sarah shook her head and rolled her eyes as she continued her needlework.
Her gaze took in his masculine chin, the square cut lower lip and the piercing blue eyes - only right now they weren't piercing.
His eyes were dancing with amusement as he used one hand to jerk the towel free and expose cut-off blue jeans.
After he left the room, Tammy came in, rubbing her eyes.
Are you wiping the sleep from your eyes?
His eyes were like burning balls of fire.
Her eyes were filled with tears and her face felt flushed.
Wiping tears from her eyes with her hand, she failed to suppress a sob.
When he saw her, he dropped to her side, deep concern in his eyes.
Leaning back, she gazed solemnly up into his eyes.
Because he wanted to make me look bad in your eyes.
She glanced up at Yancey and wiped her eyes.
Those eyes would be mocking her, or maybe filled with fear.
She paused, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dim light.
Yancey inclined his head toward the table and the man's eyes followed, lighting up.
Tears burned her eyes as she thought of his deceit.
But if he saw her swollen eyes he'd be asking all kinds of questions.
Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks as she prepared lunch.
She lifted the tiny hand and kissed it, tears filling her eyes again.
She kept her eyes on the floor as she walked by him.
Lisa clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes burning with tears.
Lisa wiped her eyes quickly.
The cogs were working behind those blue eyes.
She turned questioning eyes on Connie, who shook her head in disbelief.
They gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before he spoke.
Closing her eyes for a few precious moments, she breathed deeply and let her breath out in a long, relaxing sigh.
Charcoal gray eyes studied her critically from a face too rugged to be handsome.
Thick brown brows crouched over darkening eyes.
His eyes held a glint of humor that never crossed his lips.
Rachel rolled her eyes.
She rolled her eyes.
Rachel rolled her eyes and checked the hamburger again.
A twinkle came into his eyes.
He nodded and she waited, but he never took his eyes off the coffee cup, and remained silent.
To her surprise, her voice cracked, and her eyes burned with unshed tears.
Adrienne rolled her eyes.
His eyes looked huge when he was scared.
Mrs. Marsh's face was white, and her eyes red and swollen, with dark circles under them.
Mrs. Marsh burst into a fresh bout of tears, and Brandon put an arm around her, his own eyes growing misty.
The agony she saw in his eyes made her stomach roll.
Her eyes burned in warning and she looked away.
Turning her head, he lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes.
Charcoal eyes burned into hers.
Tears burned her eyes and her lower lip trembled.
His eyes were full of fire.
She spun around and headed for her car, tears welling up in her eyes.
Her hair was drawn back severely into a bun and she had black eyes that could render a lie detector machine obsolete.
The black eyes softened slightly.
Two sets of startled eyes turned on her.
His dark eyes reflected the disapproval in his tone.
Three pair of hostile eyes turned on the sandy-haired youth.
His eyes were captivating, by far the most attractive feature in his darkly handsome face.
She couldn't have forgotten those eyes.
As usual, that thought brought the sting of tears to her eyes.
She closed her eyes and resurrected the sound of whippoorwills and running water.
When she opened her eyes the sun was directly overhead.
As he joined her they squinted into the heat waves, shielding their eyes against the bright sun - trying to discern something of the shadows below the plume.
The dusty captain surveyed the gathering with red rimed eyes that came to rest on the Frenchman.
All eyes were on him, but he appeared not to notice.
The bright blue eyes regarded her thoughtfully.
His was a smile that reached the eyes, where a spark of guarded humor glimmered.
Pete and Royce joined them, their eyes lighting up when they saw the flapjacks.
Pete's eyes were twinkling as he took his plate and a cup of coffee.
Sweat stung her eyes and she wiped her face with her sleeve.
Dampening her scarf, she closed her eyes and wiped most of the dust from her face.
Something dropped on the ground beside her and she opened her eyes.
His eyes twinkled with the very devil.
It was hard to look at his face without being fascinated by the color of his eyes.
It would be a shame to ruin those beautiful eyes with this sun.
She tried to feign innocence but her eyes were probably full of mischief instead.
Bordeaux's eyes twinkled and a wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
He adjusted his hat, his eyes twinkling with humor.
The photo was fuzzy and the boy was young, but the eyes - she was sure it was Bordeaux.
Fury boiled up in her chest and poured from her eyes.
She dashed the tears from her eyes with her shirtsleeve.
Davis kept his eyes and gun on Bordeaux.
He tipped his hat at Cassie, a glint of humor in his eyes.
For a long time she lay wide awake with her eyes closed.
His hand dropped to his side and his eyes flashed with anger.
He grinned, the expression creating little lines around his sparkling blue eyes.
Oblivious to her frozen stare, his black eyes fixed on Bordeaux as he dashed for cover.
She lifted her head and wiped the tears from her eyes.
Pete was going to be the deciding factor, and all eyes turned to him.
She sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
He gazed down at her quizzically, a twinkle in his eyes.
His eyes constantly roved over the dunes and his rifle lay across his lap, ready for use.
He pushed the hat back on his head and gazed up at her with troubled eyes.
She stared down at him, unable to believe her ears and eyes.
She dug her fingers into the soft sand, avoiding his eyes.
His eyes shifted to Cassie.
He fixed inquiring eyes on Bordeaux.
He pulled his hat over his eyes.
Instead, she allowed him to gently turn her body so that he could gaze into her eyes.
His face was above hers, the blue eyes tender and searching.
He drew back and studied her face with hungry eyes.
He was avoiding her eyes.
Little specks flashed before her eyes.
She forced her eyes open to find Bordeaux's face above her.
When she opened her eyes again, it was dark.
A whisper soft movement in the night alerted her, and she held her breath, straining her eyes into the darkness.
As they entered the Indian encampment, hostile black eyes turned to follow them.
He ducked under the water and came up, wiping the water from his eyes and pushing his hair back.
His eyes twinkled with mischief.
His eyes were twinkling again.
Once again she was struck by the unusual blue of his eyes.
His eyes twinkled and his voice held a touch of humor.
His face darkened and his eyes flashed a warning.
She opened her eyes and blinked at the sunlight streaming through her window.
There was no mistaking the devotion in the beautiful blue eyes.
He lifted her chin again and looked deep into her eyes.
The woman gazed up at him with tear-filled eyes and shook her head.
A side-glance led her gaze to the startled eyes of Bordeaux.
She turned her head so that he would not see the tears burning her eyes.
Finally she dried her eyes and pushed away from the bed.
She dabbed at her eyes with a kerchief.
Glancing up, she found herself staring into the eyes of Bordeaux.
Bordeaux kept his eyes on the road.
Tammy's dark eyes were serious.
His lips formed a hard line and his eyes turned cold.
Maybe it was the fact that he never smiled, or the loneliness in those green eyes.
His eyes flashed with humor, but it was gone before it could reach his lips.
I said he had interesting eyes.
Cynthia rolled her eyes in exasperation.
She rubbed her eyes and tilted her watch crystal around until the light reflected enough to read the dial.
She set the alarm and fluffed the pillows, but it did no good to close her eyes.
If only he would smile with something besides his eyes.
His eyes expressed approval and the thin lips twitched in what she had grown to accept as a smile - fleeting as it was.
His pupils were contracted by the bright sunlight and his light green eyes contrasted sharply with his bronze tan.
Closing her eyes against the bright sunlight, she absorbed its warmth.
She opened her eyes and squinted up at him through the sunlight.
Languidly lifting a hand, she shaded her eyes and smiled at him.
Mary smiled and the twinkle came back into her eyes.
The darkening shadows sharpened his features and highlighted the crows' feet around his eyes.
His eyes held a touch of humor.
His eyes twinkled with mirth, but he refused to let the rest of his face respond.
Cynthia rolled her eyes.
His eyes crinkled and a smile played at the corners of his mouth.
She could see it in his eyes.
Her rosebud mouth curved into a smile that never reached her eyes.
His eyes twinkled and he jabbed a thumb at the dining room.
Claudette rolled her eyes.
Tears stung her eyes as she brought her hand around and struck his other cheek with a ringing blow.
Someone knocked on her door and she wiped her eyes and blew her nose before responding.
She coughed, and tears stung her eyes.
In his hand he held a bowl of ice cream, and his eyes held a welcome spark of humor.
His eyes reflected interest, so she continued.
Mary strode down the path toward them, a hand shielding the sun from her eyes.
Half an hour later, her eyes swollen and her chest sore from sobbing, she turned her face up to the warm water in the shower.
But when she opened her eyes, it was no dream.
A shadow fell over her and she turned into the sun, shading her eyes with a gloved hand.
Her eyes were filling with tears and she didn't want him to see.
Her eyes were probably bloodshot and tears were beginning to blur her vision.
She avoided his eyes by examining the contents of the refrigerator.
Cupped in his hand was a tiny black kitten, its eyes still closed.
She caught her breath and glanced up at him with wide eyes.
Tears flooded her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.
He rolled his eyes and hit the side of his head with the heel of his hand.
Curiously enough, the absence of eyes struck me more than all the other defects put together.
How I wish I had eyes to see them!