Green Eyes Quotes

“Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves

“Her eyes were olive green―incisive and clear.”
― Dan Brown, The Da Vinci Code

“The green-eyed angel came in less than a half hour and fell docile as a lamb into my arms. We kissed and caressed, I met no resistance when I unlaced the strings to free her dress and fill myself in the moist and hot bed nature made between her thighs. We made love outdoors—without a roof, I like most, without stove, my favorite place, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with dew, and our love for each other was seen. Our love for the world was new.”
― Roman Payne

“But for your eyes. Green as spring grass, and sparkling like dew in the morning sun.”
― S.M. Carrière, Unlocked

“We made love outdoors—without a roof, I like most, without stove, my favorite place, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and dripping with dew, and our love for each other was seen. Our love for the world was new.”
― Roman Payne

“...so now you know my eyes are green - because of my shirt? You never looked into my soul to know how much in me is green...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“If roses were not special weeds would not envy them.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“Her eyes narrowed until they were a faint greenish glitter, like a forest pool far back in the shadow of trees.”
― Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep

“Be like the sun; never let the opinions of those who hate you dull your shine.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“Al fin, podrás ver esos ojos de mar que fluyen, se hacen espuma, vuelven a la calma verde, vuelven a inflamarse como una ola: tu los ves y te repites que no es cierto, que son unos ojos hermosos verdes idénticos a todos los hermosos ojos verdes que has conocido o podrás conocer.”
― Carlos Fuentes, Aura

“His eyes are a little together, but man, are they green.”
― David Levithan, Boy Meets Boy

“Greenery

Juniper, Oracle Oak and Hop Tree,
California Buckeye, and Elderberry.
Pacific Dogwood and the pale green Eucalyptus,
Quaking Aspen and Flannelbush.

raw, sprouting, lush
green love
green with envy
green with youth
green with early spring

olive, emerald, avocado,
greenlight
ready, set, GO!
greenhouse, greenbelts, ocean kelp,
cucumber, lizard, lime and forest green,
spruce, teal, and putting green.

green-eyed, verdant, grassy, immature
green and leafy
green half-formed
tender, pleasant, alluring
temperate
freshly sawed
vigorous
not ripe
yet
promising

greenbriar, greenbug, green dragon
greenshanks running along the ocean's edge
greenlings swimming
greenlets singing
greengage plums
green thumbs
greenhorns
and greenflies-
how on earth
amid sage swells
kelly hillsides
and swirls of firs
did I ever find
that green of
hers?

holly, drake, and brewster green,
pistachio, shamrock, serpentine
terre verde, Brunswick, tourmaline,
lotus, jade, and spinach green:
start to finish
lowlands to highs
no field, no forest, no leaf, no blade
can catch the light or trap the shade;
no earthly tones will ever rise
to match the green
enchantment
of her eyes.”
― Nancy Boutilier, On the Eighth Day Adam Slept Alone: New Poems

“Good evening," he whispered, just a touch too close to her ear to be proper.
She turned toward him with a blush and he finally had the pleasure of seeing the color of her eyes. Jade green. Magnificent. Even if this woman proved to be an unattainable challenge, he'd certainly chosen well.
"G-Good evening," she stammered as she straightened up to smooth the front of the gown that matched those jade eyes perfectly.”
― Jenna Petersen, Scandalous

“Piercing green eyes, luscious lips, a soothing voice and a mind more infinite than the universe.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“I picked up his hands and examined them, then gripped his chin in a carefully businesslike way and looked into his eyes. I saw nothing peculiar--- no additional peculiarity, that is; his eyes have always been too green, a blackened green like leaves layered until no light can get through. I don't like to hold his gaze for long; not because I find it intimidating, but because a part of me worries that if I do, I will never wish to look away.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde’s Map of the Otherlands

“Do you wish to return to Cambridge, Em?" he said. "Because if that is the case, you need only say the word. I suppose I could return to teaching--- perhaps I could do both, or install a regent here, to rule in my stead. If there is one thing I will not stand for, it is for you to be unhappy---"
"No, indeed!" I exclaimed. He appeared to have worked himself up into a proper speech, so I put my hand over his mouth. And then-- my initial thought was that this would be more efficient than arguing with him--- I pulled his face to mine, and kissed him.
As I had guessed, he forgot all about what he had been saying, and pulled me closer. His lips tasted like the salt the servants had sprinkled onto the coffee--- quite agreeable. I stopped thinking, something I rarely do, and for a moment there was only the hum of crickets and rustling of night creatures in the trees.
He drew back and touched my cheek, his dark eyes searching mine. A flickering, moon-colored glow had appeared above us--- he had summoned a light.
"I mean it," he murmured. So not quite so forgetful, then. The light caught caught on the silvered flowers in his hair and made him look even more inconveniently otherworldly than he already did, but I found that when I focused on small, familiar things, like the way his mouth came up slightly higher on the left side, and how his green eyes leaned more yellow than blue, I was able to disregard this.
"I know," I replied. "I have brought myself here, Wendell--- I am not some poor maiden who stumbled unawares through a ring of mushrooms.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Compendium of Lost Tales

“После стана тихо... Имаше думата часовникът, който откъсваше секунди от времето и ги хвърляше зад гърба си. Аз гледах смачканото страшно лице на моята дъщеря и се питах какво е времето - червеи и кръв, които се движат едновременно във вените и артериите на човека. Ако няма хора, времето не би имало къде да тече, то не съществува извън кръвоносната система на човека. Времето за мен е дъщеря ми.”
― Здравка Евтимова, Зелените очи на вятъра

“Forse poteva sembrare che avessi fatto tutto per te, per il tuo amore, per il tuo cuore, ma ogni scelta, in realtà, l’avevo presa in funzione della mia vita, del mio futuro e non per l’abbaglio di due meravigliosi occhi verdi.”
― Marialuisa Gingilli, Solo per me

“You have a cat," she said, surprised. It was an odd-looking cat with no hair on its back and strange ears, but with beautiful green eyes focused on Charlotte. As soon as it saw that it had Charlotte's attention, it meowed several times with a soft, creaky voice, as if there was a lot it needed to tell her.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Frasier. She's absolutely no danger to those birds. She was a stray and badly burned behind Popcorn a few years ago. When she's not talking, she sleeps, mostly."
"What's her name?"
"Fig," Mac said. "Short for Figaro. Because she talks so much she's downright operatic."
"She's lovely." Her tragic beauty made Charlotte want to cry.”
― Sarah Addison Allen, Other Birds

“Tamlin's eyes were so green- green like the meadows of his estate. A shade that washed away the memories flooding through me, that pushed aside the evil breaking me apart bone by bone. I screamed again as my kneecaps strained, threatening to crack in two, but I saw that enchanted forest, saw that afternoon we'd lain in the grass, saw that morning we'd watched the sunrise, when for a moment- just one moment- I'd known true happiness.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“He had been around plenty of women but this one was different. This one looked pure. This one looked like she had no hidden motives and it radiated out of her green eyes.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“There she was, eyes greener than the suits worn by Saddam.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“She had the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. They sparkled like emeralds even across the space between them.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“There must be a reason to smile, Miss François. Will you supply one?"
It was Daisy's turn to stare.
For a long moment they held each other's gaze. His dark, hers a bright green that probably made him unhappy that her eyes naturally smiled. But then, to Daisy's surprise, the corner of his mouth quirked. Just a bit.
"Perhaps having you here will provide a reason to smile. There is so little in Castle Moreau that inspires joy."
Daisy nodded, this time refusing to put her thoughts into words.
Lincoln Tremblay drummed his fingers on the book while searching her face. "You are not what I expected."
Daisy bit the inside of her upper lip.
He smiled then. It was small, but it reached his eyes and tilted the sadness that lingered there into a hint of admiration. "Green eyes are compelling," he admitted, and it struck Daisy with surprising force. "As are others who care for those in need.”
― Jaime Jo Wright, The Vanishing at Castle Moreau

“Bright blue/green eyes I adore,
with me for them admiration I store,
yet I have a woman in my life,
brightly eyed, that I love, like a wife.

I love the sky at early dawn,
when ancient sorrow it makes gone,
I love the sea, where birds would soar,
ever moments with her I adore.”
― Will Advise, На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...

“If a girl with green eyes calls, we will come.”
― Susan Fletcher, Flight of the Dragon Kyn

“I would not think about it. The last thing I wanted was to sprinkle even more elements of chaos into my already bubbling cauldron of madness.
I would not think about it.
Even if Aleksi Toivonen had really pretty deep green eyes.”
― Lumi, ... of Ravens and Sundowns

“Look,' said Sarah leaning forward, 'do you see any green in my eye?'
'Yes,' said Charles with disconcerting promptness: 'emeralds and peridots and jade, sprinkled with gold dust and steeped in dew. Perfectly lovely.”
― M.M. Kaye, Death in Kashmir

“He also looked remarkably handsome, even more handsome the longer she looked at him. He had gorgeous gold-and-black hair--- jet-black streaked with gold that matched the golden sheen of his skin---- and eyes that were as green as the cat's wings. He hadn't shaved recently, and his speckled-gold almost-beard looked soft enough to pet.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Enchanted Greenhouse