Lucy Christopher Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• I made it," you said, gruffly, "for you." You shoved it onto my finger. It was roughly carved, shaped from a lump of something colourful and cold...a ring made entirely from a gemstone. It was beautiful. It glinted emerald greens and blood reds over my skin, and had tiny flecks of gold catching the light. I couldn't stop staring at it. "Why?" I asked. You didn't answer that. Instead you touched the ring gently and looked piercingly at me, unsaid questions in your eyes.

  Lucy Christopher

  Beautiful, Eye, Light

• Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

  Lucy Christopher

  Beautiful, Powerful, Eye

  Lucy Christopher (2014). “Stolen”, p.4, Scholastic Inc.

• This be OK?' I asked, innocently. 'You want me to have no skin left?' You rolled your eyes. Actually, don't answer that one.

  Lucy Christopher

  Eye, Skins, Answers

  Lucy Christopher (2014). “Stolen”, p.141, Scholastic Inc.

• Who says I'm not Superman?" You were looking at me with one eye closed against the sun. I shrugged "You would have recued me by now if you were Superman." I said quietly. "Who says I haven't? " Anyone would say you haven't. Anyone's just looking at it wrong then." You pushed yourself up a little, onto your elbows."Anyways, I can't steal you and rescue you. That would give me multiple personalities." And you don't have them already?

  Lucy Christopher

  Eye, Giving, Personality

• You moved my head so that it was lying in your lap. "Keep your eyes open," you said. "Stay with me." I tried. It felt like I was using every muscle in my face. But I did it. I saw you from upside down, your lips above my eyes and your eyes above my lips. "Talk to me," you said. My throat felt like it was closing up, as if my skin had swollen, making my throat a lump of solid flesh. I gripped your hand. "Keep watching me, then," you said. "Keep listening.

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  Lying, Eye, Hands

  Lucy Christopher (2014). “Stolen”, p.223, Scholastic Inc.

• The deep blue of your eyes had secrets. I wanted them.

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  Eye, Blue, Secret

  Lucy Christopher (2014). “Stolen”, p.6, Scholastic Inc.

• You saw me before I saw you. You had that look in your eyes, as if you wanted something. Wanted it for a long time.

  Lucy Christopher

  Eye, Long, Looks

• I looked down at my stomach. I grabbed at it, seeing how much fat I could lift up in a roll. "Don't worry," you said, one eye open again like a crocodile watching me. "You're beautiful." You tipped your head back. "Beautiful," you murmured. "Perfect.

  Lucy Christopher

  Beautiful, Eye, Perfect

  Lucy Christopher (2014). “Stolen”, p.115, Scholastic Inc.

• You saw me before I saw you. In the airport, that day in August, you had that look in your eyes, as though you wanted something from me, as though you’d wanted it for a long time. No one had ever looked at me like that before, with that kind of intensity. It unsettled me, surprised me, I guess. Those blue, blue eyes, icy blue, looking back at me as if I could warm them up. They’re pretty powerful, you know, those eyes, pretty beautiful, too.

  Lucy Christopher

  Beautiful, Powerful, Eye

  Lucy Christopher (2014). “Stolen”, p.4, Scholastic Inc.

• I didn’t want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I’d found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn’t look beautiful this time. Just evil.

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  Beautiful, Eye, Airports

  Lucy Christopher (2014). “Stolen”, p.15, Scholastic Inc.

• I wrapped my arms around me as tightly as I could, and stared up at the stars. Had I not been so cold and wanting to escape so badly, I could have stared at them forever: They were amazingly beautiful, so dense and bright. My eyes could get lost up there if I left them looking long enough. [...] They swallowed me up. They were like a hundred thousand tiny candles, sending out hope.

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  Beautiful, Stars, Eye

  Lucy Christopher (2014). “Stolen”, p.62, Scholastic Inc.

• Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long.

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  Eye, Long, Intense

  Lucy Christopher (2013). “The Killing Woods”, p.224, Chicken House

• Then your fingers moved down to my chin. You pushed it up with your thumb to look at me, almost like you were studying me in the artificial lights above my head. And, I mean, you really looked at me … with eyes like two stars. [...] And I had wings fluttering away inside me all right. Big fat moth wings. You trapped me easily, drew me toward you like I was already in the net.

  Lucy Christopher

  Stars, Mean, Eye

  Lucy Christopher (2014). “Stolen”, p.10, Scholastic Inc.

• You looked at me, your eyes huge. You we're like a dog then, waiting for me to throw you a bone . . . waiting for something I could never give you.

  Lucy Christopher

  Dog, Eye, Giving

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