46+ Best Brown Eyes Quotes: Exclusive Selection

Profoundly inspirational brown eyes quotes will make you look at life differently and help you live a meaningful life.

Famous Brown Eyes Quotes

I have no dog, but it must be Somewhere there’s one belongs to me– A little chap with wagging tail, And dark brown eyes that never quail, But look you through, and through, and through, With love unspeakable and true. — John Kendrick Bangs

Unless you stop him. Perhaps next we meet. You’ll be just as annoying? I guessed. He fixed my with those warm brown eyes. Or perhaps you could bring me up to speed on those modern courtship rituals. I sat there stunned until he gave me a glimpse of a smile-just enough to let me know he was teasing. Then he disappeared. Oh, very funny! I yelled. — Rick Riordan

I look into your great brown eyes, where love and loyal homage shine, and wonder where the difference lies between your soul and mine!. — J. G. Holland

Whenever he looks at me with those big brown eyes, I feel like giving him a nut,” she said. She even started calling the squirrels running around in the park Mr. Whitmans. — Kerstin Gier

I need you, he said to her, this woman who’d fought for her own right to live her life free of limits, to build me some remote detonation devices. Amazing brown eyes shot with blue peering into his as she pressed her nose to his. You always say the most romantic things. — Nalini Singh

I’m not prepared for Rue’s family. Her parents, whose faces are still fresh with sorrow. Her fiver younger siblings, who resemble her so closely. The slight builds, the luminous brown eyes. They form a flock of small dark birds. — Suzanne Collins

I’m sure I’ll find some use for the dress before summer.Kavill nodded, and closed his thick ledger. Do let me know if it causes anyone to faint-or start a riot.She laughed under her breath, and turned to go, stuffing her hands into her pockets and praying her fingers didn’t fall off on the way home.Here, Kavill said, and she turned to find a pair of exquisite dove-gray suede gloves in his hands. On the house. For many years of loyal patronage. His face bore its usual mask of polite calm and courtesy, but his brown eyes were bright. And a gift-for a year spent without any gloves at all. — Sarah J. Maas

Elephants, it turns out, are surprisingly stealthy. As the sunlight fades, other species declare their presence. Throngs of zebras and wildebeests thunder by in the distance, trailing dust clouds. Cape buffalo snort and raise their horns and position themselves in front of their young. Giraffes stare over treetops, their huge brown eyes blinking, then lope away in seeming slow motion. But no elephants. — Thomas French

A smile couldn’t be brought into court as evidence. You couldn’t arrest a man because he had trembled. Brown eyes had stolen a peep at gray eyes, so what? The tone of a voice was something that died with a word. — Vera Caspary

A whole big, giant world full of men. Men with blue eyes. Brown eyes. Green eyes. And indescribable shades in between. Tall men. Short men. Skinny men. Built men. And all combinations thereof. Nice men (so I’ve heard, but never really seen). Mean men. Decent men, indecent. And who knows which is the best kind to have, to hold, to love? I’d say, with so many men in the world, it would pay to sample a few. Scratch that. More than a few. Lots and lots. And then a few more. And maybe, after years of research, you might find one worth not throwing back. But hey, the fun is in the fishing. — Ellen Hopkins

I realized that anyone who dared to hurt me would suffer his full wrath, and Walt wasn’t going to hold him back. — Rick Riordan

And there I was, pretty as heck, brown eyes, a few freckles, fashion challenged, and a bad attitude. Max II. — James Patterson

Maybe careers aren’t something you can really plan for. They just sort of happen, like brown eyes or flat feet. I took one of those career aptitude tests last year, and it showed that I should be a flight attendant or a seamstress. Not a fashion designer or anything, mind you, but a sweatshop worker. Apparently stewardesses and sweatshop workers and I enjoy a lot of the same interests and activities. — Susan Juby

On the plus side, if he ever had to fight through a roomful of adolescent girls, he only needed to blink (his velvet brown eyes framed in embarassingly long lashes) a few times, and they would all faint. — Ilona Andrews

In the Duat, Anubis looked as he always had, with his tousled dark hair and lovely brown eyes, but I’d never seen him filled with such rage. I realized that anyone who dared to hurt me would suffer his full wrath, and Walt wasn’t going to hold him back. — Rick Riordan

If envy is red and doubt is black then happiness is brown. I looked from the little brown stone to the tiny brown freckle to her huge brown eyes. — Annabel Pitcher

She said to the Daisy girl with her big brown eyes: ‘I will not have it plain. No. Fancy. It must be fancy!’ She meant her future. A moon-daisy dropped to the floor, down from her hair, like a faintly derisive sign from heaven. — Angela Carter

I like green or brown eyes. Tall but not overwhelmingly so. I like men who do yoga and meditate. — Kristin Davis

That memory made a lump form in my throat as I remembered his face, serious and gorgeous, those brown eyes intense and passionate as he spoke up for me and convinced the others of my value. — Richelle Mead

I would be curious about one of those Jane Austen women – you know – long-suffering, dutiful – but all right in the end – a plump 19th century type, five foot four, ringlets, brown eyes, long fingers. — Peter Greenaway

Of all natural forces, vitality is the incommunicable one. . . . Vitality never takes. You have it or you haven’t it, like health or brown eyes or a baritone voice. — F. Scott Fitzgerald

Don’t it make my brown eyes blue? — Crystal Gayle

You’re nice to me because you think I’m pretty?” “And because you have brown eyes. I’m a sucker for big old brown eyes. — J. Lynn

Making love in the green grass behind the stadium with you my brown eyed girl. — Van Morrison

People liked to eat veal until they saw pictures of these darling little animals with brown eyes. Veal calves been raised the same way for centuries. — Julia Child

Alec rolled beautiful brown eyes. No fair playing the death card. No fair having it to play. — Rachel Vincent

Mild brown eyes beckon me to the past, but memory provides no clue. — Mason Cooley

On a cold, fretful afternoon in early October, 1872, a hansom cab drew up outside the offices of Lockhart and Selby, Shipping Agents, in the financial heart of London, and a young girl got out and paid the driver. She was a person of sixteen or so–alone, and uncommonly pretty. She was slender and pale, and dressed in mourning, with a black bonnet under which she tucked back a straying twist of blond hair that the wind had teased loose. She had unusually dark brown eyes for one so fair. Her name was Sally Lockhart; and within fifteen minutes, she was going to kill a man. — Philip Pullman

Staring into the mirror, I was surprised to see a haunted look in my brown eyes. There was pain there, pain and loss that even the nicest dress and makeup couldn’t hide. — Richelle Mead

A blue eye is a true eye; Mysterious is a dark one, Which flashes like a spark sun! A black eye is the best one. — William Rounseville Alger

There’s something strange about you- she started to say. Oh, well, thanks! he chuckled, his brown eyes twinkling at her. — Regina Doman

He was tall, one of the tallest men she had ever seen. Dressed in jeans, boots and a cotton shirt. Thick black hair grew rakishly long, falling over the collar of his shirt. Intense brown eyes, almost the color of amber, surveyed the diner slowly before coming back to her. Electricity sizzled in the air then, as though invisible currents connected them, forcing her to recognize him on a primitive level. Not that she wouldn’t take notice anyway. He was power, strength, and so incredibly male that her breath caught at the sight of him. — Lora Leigh

I look deep into her rich brown eyes and she look into mine. Law, she got old-soul eyes, like she done lived a thousand years. And I swear I see, down inside, the woman she gone grow up to be. She is tall and straight. She is proud. She got a better haircut. And she is remembering the words I put in her head. Remembering as a full-grown woman. — Kathryn Stockett

Payton grinned. “You must be Chase.” As she extended her hand in introduction, she took the opportunity to give him a more thorough once-over. He had dark wavy hair and warm brown eyes. Very Pat-rick Dempsey/McDreamy-esque. Good build, not terribly tall, maybe only five-ten-ish, but since Payton measured in at exactly five-three and one-third inch, she could work with this — Julie James

This week my son thinks he’s the Supremes.All of them. So we can scratch straightoff the list. At least I hope we can. As a gay kid he’ll be a natural leader. Put him in a macho bullshit environment and he’s going to have a hard time. I don’t want that to happen. (Let’s also not forget Wei’s immortal words to him nine minutes after he was born, when she first stared into those big brown eyes: Oh, honey. Promose me you’ll grow up to like boys. Because I don’t want any other woman in your life except me.) — Steve Kluger

Like a battalion of marines at roll call, her neck hairs marshaled to five-alarm status. She stumbled back to her desk, jerked open the botton drawer, retrieved a pair of Nighthawk binoculars, fixed the scopes on him, and fiddled with the focus. Gotcha. Hair the colour of coal. Chocolate brown eyes. A five-o’clock shadow ringing his craggy jawline. Handsome as the day was long… He sauntered towards her, oozing charisma from every pore. Charlee forgot to breathe. And then he committed the gravest sin of all, knocking her world helter-skelter. The scoundrel smiled. — Lori Wilde

So we’re going to keep getting mega-hits like this? Tomas’s dark brown eyes sparkled as they landed on Sienna’s down-bent head. Not that I don’t appreciate it, sugar, but it did make me ‘hyper,’ according to my mother. — Nalini Singh

Once I thought I saw you in a crowded hazy bar, Dancing on the light from star to star. Far across the moonbeam I know that’s who you are, I saw your brown eyes turning once to fire. I am just a dreamer, but you are just a dream, You could have been anyone to me. Before that moment you touched my lips That perfect feeling when time just slips Away between us on our foggy trip. — Neil Young

He was the tallest, thinnest, weariest boy I had ever seen in my life. He was brilliant. He had gorgeous brown eyes, and he had only two suits. He was completely unhappy, and I didn’t know why. — J. D. Salinger

You don’t know me at all. You don’t know the first thing about me. You don’t know where I’m writing this from. You don’t know what I look like. You have no power over me. What do you think I look like? Skinny? Freckles? Wire-rimmed glasses over brown eyes? No, I don’t think so. Better look again. Deeper. It’s like a kaleidoscope, isn’t it? One minute I’m short, the next minute tall, one minute I’m geeky, one minute studly, my shape constantly changes, and the only thing that stays constant is my brown eyes. Watching you. — David Klass

I’m a big believer in first impressions, he finally said. Tell me what your first thought was when Jason walked into the courtroom. Taylor took a sip of her drink and grinned. This one was easy. I vowed to hate him forever. Jeremy’s brown eyes twinkled at this. That’s exactly what I said nineteen years ago, five minutes after he first walked into our dorm room. — Julie James

I’ve learned to love my brown eyes. — Tinashe

I wanted so badly to be straight like my friends. But I couldn’t change it any more than I could change having brown eyes. And I knew I would never fit into what kids thought was normal. — Cat Cora

Tyson looked him over with that massive baby-brown eye. “You are not dead. I like it when you are not dead.” Ella fluttered to the ground and began preening her feathers. “Ella found a dog,” she announced. “A large dog. And a Cyclops.” Was she blushing? Before Percy could decide, his black mastiff pounced on him, knocking Percy to the ground and barking so loudly that even Arion backed up. “Hey, Mrs. O’Leary,” Percy said. “Yeah, I love you, too, girl. Good dog.” Hazel squeaked. “You have a hellhound named Mrs. O’Leary?” “Long story. — Rick Riordan

Im married to a white man, and then my daughter came out looking like the whitest white child with blonde hair and blue eyes. And Im like, Omigosh, now what am I going to do? She has my moms features and is lighter than my husband. And my boy is browner than I am. Brown eyes and really tan. — Karyn Parsons

There are brown eyes in the world, after all, as well as blue, and one pair of brown that meant heaven to me as the blue had never done — E. Nesbit

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