“His aster-blue eyes shown out from a face blackened by bruises and soot, his fair hair glittering in the firelight. Dressed all in black, silhouetted against flame, he looked rather like a demon, raised from the dead, trading for souls on the other side.” SoulEyeFacesSidesBlackHairFairsBlueRaisedFlamesDemonTradingBlue EyesBruisesAsters Author:Cinda Williams Chima
“O let me lead her gently o'er the brook, Watch her half-smiling lips and downward look; O let me for one moment touch her wrist; Let me one moment to her breathing list; And as she leaves me, may she often turn Her fair eyes looking through her locks auburne.” LooksMayMomentsEyeTurnsHalfWatchesFairsLet MeLipsListsBreathingLocksLeaving MeBrooksWristsEyes Looking Book:Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard Source: Poetry Manuscripts at Harvard
“Her image had passed into his soul for ever and no word had broken the holy silence of his ecstasy. Her eyes had called him and his soul had leaped at the call. To live, to err, to fall, to triumph, to recreate life out of life! A wild angel had appeared to him, the angel of mortal youth and beauty, an envoy from the fair courts of life, to throw open before him in an instant of ecstasy the gates of all the ways of error and glory. On and on and on and on!” WaySoulEyeFallSilenceYouthBrokenHolyGloryAngelFairsCourtErrorsMortalsTriumphInstantGatesEcstasyHer Eyes Book:A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man Source: A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
“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.” IfsLooksSaidI CanEnoughLightWould BeEyePerfectFairsPaintHis EyesAdmirationLayersSparkling Author:Cassandra Clare