50+ Best Green Eyes Quotes: Exclusive Selection

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Famous Green Eyes Quotes

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes. — Marcel Proust

Look…at…me… he whispered. The green eyes found the black, but after a second, something in the depths of the dark pair seemed to vanish, leaving them fixed, blank, and empty. The hand holding Harry thudded to the floor, and Snape moved no more. — J. K. Rowling

Nick? Nick Hurley? I asked, laughing. He took back his hat. You’ll be sorry to hear I don’t make gross faces as much as I used to. Now I’d rather smile at girls. I noticed He waved his hat around as if he was trying to dry it, his green eyes sparkling at me, as full of fun and trouble as when he was in elementary school. I realxed. — Elizabeth Chandler

Piper bit her lip. The last thing she wanted to do was check Katopris for more terrifying images. ‘I’ve tried,’she said.’The dagger doesn’t always show what I want to see. In fact,it hardly ever does’ ‘Please,’Percy said.’Try again.’ He pleaded with those sea-green eyes, like a cute baby seal that needed help.Piper wondered how Annabeth ever won an argument with this guy. ‘Fine,’she sighed,and drew her dagger — Rick Riordan

He [Percy] pleaded with those sea-green eyes, like a cute baby seal that needed help. Piper wondered how Annabeth ever won an argument with this guy. — Rick Riordan

Do you love me Hero? His pale green eyes were full of torment. Do you love me like I love you? — Elizabeth Hoyt

When Eleanor’s arm touched his he felt his hands grow cold with deadly fear lest he should lose the shadow brush with which his imagination was painting wonders of her. He watched her from the corners of his eyes as ever he did when he walked with her– she was a feast and a folly and he wished it had been his destiny to sit forever on a haystack and see life through her green eyes. — F. Scott Fitzgerald

I have six brothers and sisters. We all look totally different: blonde hair, curly hair, green eyes, dark eyes, dark skin, light skin. It’s just how it is. — Rashida Jones

I dreamt four nights ago of clock hands descending from the universe like rain, of the moon as a green eye, of mirrors and insects, of a love that never withdrew. It was not the feeling of completeness that I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty. — Jonathan Safran Foer

I saw something in his pretty green eyes that I had never seen before: Anger. They were like emerald fire — Richelle Mead

She smiled at him, though her hazel-green eyes were wary beneath the brim of a sodden hat. Right at that moment, staring at her across the hall, Gideon Shaw, cynic, hedonist, drunkard, libertine, fell hopelessly in love. — Lisa Kleypas

Finnick! Something between a shriek and a cry of joy. A lovely if somewhat bedraggled young woman–dark tangled hair, sea green eyes–runs toward us in nothing but a sheet. Finnick! And suddenly, it’s as if there’s no one in the world but these two, crashing through space to reach each other. They collide, enfold, lose their balance, and slam against a wall, where they stay. Clinging into one being. Indivisible. A pang of jealousy hits me. Not for either Finnick or Annie but for their certainty. No one seeing them could doubt their love. — Suzanne Collins

Richard, Kahlan said, what about Siddin? Weselan and Savidlin will be worried sick over him. Her green eyes gazed deep into his. She leaned closer, and whispered, And we have unfinished business in the spirit house. I believe there is still an apple there we have yet to finish. Her arm tightened around his waist, and a little twist of a smile came to her lips. The shape of the smile caught his breath in his throat. — Terry Goodkind

You aristocratic ladies and your gold-plated twats. You always think it’s such a honor for me to touch you. He surveyed her with mocking green eyes. You think you’re the first high-kick wench I’ve ever had? I used to have blue-blooded bitches like you pay me to do this. You’ve gotten it for free. — Lisa Kleypas

Somewhere, on the long road that wound through those four years, the girl with her sachet & dancing slippers had slipped away & there was left a woman with sharp green eyes, who counted pennies & turned her hands to many menial tasks, a woman to whom nothing was left from the wreckage except the indestructible red earth on which she stood. — Margaret Mitchell

In the Sapient tongue he said softly, ‘Tell me, Master, did you know Incarceron was tiny?’ ‘Is it?’ Sapphique replied in the same language, his green eyes as he looked up lit by deep points of flame. ‘To you, perhaps. Not to its Prisoners. Every prison is a universe for its inmates. And think, Jared Sapiens. Might not the Realm also be tiny, swinging from the watchchain of some being in a world even vaster? — Catherine Fisher

When the tea is brought at five o’clock And all the neat curtains are drawn with care, The little black cat with bright green eyes Is suddenly purring there. — Harold Monro

Gabriel’s green eyes sought Will. “It was demon pox, wasn’t it? You know all about it, don’t you? Aren’t you some sort of expert?” “Well, you needn’t act as if I invented it,” said Will. — Cassandra Clare

Young Sally Owens: He will hear my call a mile away. He will whistle my favorite song. He can ride a pony backwards. Young Gillian Owens: What are you doing? Young Sally Owens: Summoning up a true love spell called Amas Veritas. He can flip pancakes in the air. He’ll be marvelously kind. And his favorite shape will be a star. And he’ll have one green eye and one blue. Young Gillian Owens: Thought you never wanted to fall in love. Young Sally Owens: That’s the point. The guy I dreamed of doesn’t exist. And if he doesn’t exist I’ll never die of a broken heart. — Alice Hoffman

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey’d monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. — William Shakespeare

I’m English. And I don’t have tan skin or blond hair or green eyes. — Sam Claflin

His eyes shone when he looked at her, green as spring grass. He has always had green eyes, said the voice in her head. People often marvel at how much alike you are, he and your mother and yourself. His name is Jonathan and he is your brother; he has always protected you. Somewhere in the back of Clary’s mind she saw black eyes and whip marks, but she didn’t know why. He’s your brother. He’s your brother, and he’s always taken care of you. — Cassandra Clare

Where are you off to in such a hurry?” His stunning green eyes bore through me. “A corpse convention?” Even sweaty, Trevor was gorgeous. “What are you running away from?” I retorted. “Your mirror? — Ellen Schreiber

Your green eye is a reducing chamber. If I look into it long enough, I wil become as small as my own reflection, I will diminish to a point and vanish. I will be drawn down into that black whirlpool and be consumed by you. I shall become so small you can keep me in one of your osier cages and mock my loss of liberty. — Angela Carter

Her underwear, her jeans, the comforter, my corduroys and my boxers between us, I thought. Five layers, and yet I felt it, the nervous warmth of touching – a pale reflection of the fireworks of one mouth on another, but a reflection nonetheless. And in the almostness of the moment, I cared at least enough. I wasn’t sure whether I liked her, and doubted whether I could trust her, but I cared at least enough to try to find out. Her on my bed, wide green eyes staring down at me. The enduring mystery of her sly, almost smirking, smile. Five layers between us. — John Green

I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would: Drop everything now, meet me in the pourin’ rain, Kiss me on the sidewalk, take away the pain; Cause I see sparks fly whenever you smile Hit me with those green eyes, baby, as the lights go down, Give me somethin’ that’ll haunt me when you’re not around; Cause I see sparks fly whenever you . . . smile. — Taylor Swift

She couldn’t believe what she did then. Before she could stop herself, she leaned up on tiptoes, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the mouth. Her lips brushed over his for the barest of seconds, but it was still a kiss, and when she came to her senses and dared to pull away and look at him, he had the most curious expression on his face. Brodick knew she regretted her sponatenity, but as he stared into her brilliant green eyes, he also knew, with a certainty that shook him to the core, that his life had just been irrevocably changed by this mere slip of a woman. — Julie Garwood

I wrote The Green Eye of the Little Yellow God in five hours, but I had it all planned out. It isn’t poetry and it does not pretend to be, but it does what it sets out to do. — J. Milton Hayes

It swam crossways in the direction of the Nautilus with great speed, watching us with its enormous staring green eyes. Its eight arms, or rather feet, fixed to its head, that have given the name of cephalopod to these animals, were twice as long as its body, and were twisted like the furies’ hair. — Jules Verne

Don’t get me wrong. I love a Denver omelette as much as the next girl. But I’m curious whether that’s your thing, or if you try to change up the routine depending on the specific woman. You know… like, green pepper because I have green eyes, ham because I’m so funny, and onions for all the tears you’ll shed after I leave. — Julie James

It’s of very little importance to me that I was born gay. It doesn’t make me a better athlete, it doesn’t make me a stronger person, it doesn’t really do anything to enhance my life. It’s just something I was born with, the same as green eyes. — Johnny Weir

And the way he looked at her was so intense, his big green eyes probing into her, like he approved of everything she held inside. — Lauren Kate

The magician was studying her face with his green eyes. Your face is wet, he said worriedly. I hope that’s spray. If you’ve become human enough to cry, then no magic in the world — oh, it must be spray. Come with me. It had better be spray. — Peter S. Beagle

Tatiana’s eyes were huge and poison-green, eyes with enough pain in them to eat away at a world and devour a soul. — Cassandra Clare

No, Susanna, he said. I cannot love you just a little. If that’s what you want, you must find a different man. His green eyes were breathtaking in their intensity. His thumb brushed her bottom lip. Because I can only love you entirely. With everything I am, and everything I ever will be. Body, mind, heart, soul. — Tessa Dare

Or you can stay frigid, says WIll, his green eyes glinting with mischief. You know. If you want. Christina throws a roll at him. He catches it and bites it. Don’t be mean to her, she says. Frigidity is in her nature. Sort of like being a know-it-all is in yours. I am not frigid! I exclaim. Don’t worry about it, says Will. It’s endearing. Look you’re all red. — Veronica Roth

The green eyes in the carefully sweet face were turbulent, willful, lusty with life, distinctly at variance with her decorous demeanor. Her manners had been imposed upon her … her eyes were her own. — Margaret Mitchell

Nicely done, brother, said Gabriel from the bed, blinking sleepy green eyes at Gideon. Gideon threw a scone at him. — Cassandra Clare

Alex took a silent step closer to the kitchen door and watched unseen as willow spooned instant coffee into a pair of mugs.With another yawn, she scraped her hair off her face and stretched. She looked so entirely human, so drowsy and sleep-rumpled.For a moment, Alex just gazed at her, taking in her long tumble of hair, her wide green eyes and pixieish chin. Fleetingly, he imagined her eyes meeting his, wondering what she’d look like if she smiled — L.A. Weatherly

When I was about 13 or 14. I was in a Kingston Trio type group. We evolved into the New Breed. Our first song on the radio was Green Eyed Woman, not to be confused with Green Eyed Lady. — Timothy B. Schmit

Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked and smacked again. — Daniel Woodrell

Why can’t I believe? she asked the darkness. Behind her eyelids she saw an animal. It was golden colour, with gentle green eyes and canine teeth, and curly wool instead of fur. It opened its mouth, but it did not speak. Instead, it yawned.It gazed at her. She gazed at it. You are the effect of a carefully calibrated blend of plant toxins, she told it.Then she fell asleep. — Margaret Atwood

In his heart, she’d been smiling for him. But now she was smiling at Colin Bridgerton, he of the famous charm and sparkling green eyes. — Julia Quinn

Madness is the WHO staring into the abyss and denying it is there. Madness is an ostrich who sticks her head in the sand while a pack of hyenas closes around her. – Lanky Man with green eyes — Dan Brown

Images flashed through his mind. He saw Nico and his sister on a snowy mountain cliff in Maine, Percy Jackson protecting them from the manticore. Percy’s sword gleamed in the dark. He’d been the first demigod Nico had ever seen in action. Later at Camp Half-Blood, Percy took Nico by the arm, promising to keep his sister Bianca safe. Nico believed him. Nico looked into his sea-green eyes and though, How can he possibly fail? This is a real hero. — Rick Riordan

She is all I could ever ask for, she is perfect, and right now, with those big, green eyes and pillowy lips and alabaster thighs, the idea of doing this for the rest of our lives doesn’t seem all that daunting. She’s the last reprieve. The stay of execution. She gives me hope. But times are tough for dreamers. And even if my dream is a simple one—all I want is for Her to be in love with me forever—I know it’s still a long shot. Life ruins everything. — Pete Wentz

A garden without cats, it will be generally agreed, can scarcely deserve to be called a garden at all…much of the magic of the heather beds would vanish if, as we bent over them, there was no chance that we might hear a faint rustle among the blossoms, and find ourselves staring into a pair of sleepy green eyes. — Beverley Nichols

I kept glancing at him and away from him, as if his green eyes were hurting me. In modern parlance he was a laser beam. Deadly and delicate he seemed. His victims had always loved him. And I had always loved him, hadn’t I, no matter what happened, and how strong could love grow if you had eternity to nourish it, and it took only these few moments in time to renew its momentum, its heat? -Lestat — Anne Rice

Try to overcome your doubt. Believe you are beautiful. Look at yourself through someone else’s green eyes. Believe someone out there will find you and kiss your skin until you can feel it blister with the heat. Believe in something bigger than your problems and you will be saved. — Max Bemis

When you’re 25 or 30, you know, you can’t wear lime-green eye shadow anymore. — Taylor Swift

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