Wendelin Van Draanen Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• My heart stopped. It just stopped beating. And for the first time in my life, I had that feeling. You know, like the world is moving all around you, all beneath you, all inside you, and you're floating. Floating in midair. And the only thing keeping you from drifting away is the other person's eyes. They're connected to yours by some invisible physical force, and they hold you fast while the rest of the world swirls and twirls and falls completely away.

  Wendelin Van Draanen

  Moving, Fall, Heart

  Wendelin Van Draanen (2008). “Flipped”, p.14, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• Get beyond his eyes and his smile and the sheen of his hair - look at what's really there.

  Wendelin Van Draanen

  Eye, Hair, Looks

  Wendelin Van Draanen (2008). “Flipped”, p.113, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• Aw, he's just you know...entrenched," Matt said. "Gotta adjust to the perspective and deal from there." Then he added, "Not that I'd want him as my dad...." Mike practically sprayed his milk. "Dude! Can you imagine?" Then Matt gave my dad a slap on the back and said, "No way. I'm sticking with my main man here." My mom grinned from across the kitchen and said, "Me too." I'd never seen my father cry. And he didn't exactly sit there bawling, but there were definitely tears welling up in his eyes.

  Wendelin Van Draanen

  Mom, Dad, Father

  Wendelin Van Draanen (2008). “Flipped”, p.167, Knopf Books for Young Readers

• Then I saw Juli. She was two tables away from me, facing my direction. Only she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at Jon, her eyes all sparkly and laughing. My heart lurched. What was she laughing about? What were they talking about? How could she sit there and look so... beautiful? I felt myself spinning out of control. It was weird. Like I couldn't even steer my own body. I'd always thought Jon was pretty cool, but right then I wanted to go over and throw him across the room.

  Wendelin Van Draanen

  Beautiful, Eye, Heart

• Bryce," she whispers. "What's wrong." I can barely breathe as I ask her, "Do you like him?" "Do I... you mean Jon?" "Yes!" "Well, sure. He's nice and -" "No, do you like him?" My heart was pounding through my chest as I took her other hand and waited. "Well, no. I mean, not like that...." No! She said no! I didn't care where I was, I didn't care who saw. I wanted, just had to kiss her. I leaned in, closed my eyes, and then...

  Wendelin Van Draanen

  Nice, Mean, Eye

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