- Xemlicham

Ever since William Shakespeare said:

“The Eyes are the window to your soul”

… people have been trying to decode ever glitter, wrinkle, squint, and gaze that passes from those orbs. When I read a description that catches my attention, I copy it down, using it later to remind me there’s more to a character’s eyes than ‘she looked’ or ‘his blue eyes’.

Here’s my list of 65 (and growing):

A note: These are for inspiration only. They can’t be copied because they’ve been pulled directly from an author’s copyrighted manuscript (intellectual property is immediately copyrighted when published).

Sight

Eyed me as though his bullshit meter was ticking in the red zone.
He blinked as his eyes adjusted.
an alertness in the eyes, behind the glasses that sat crookedly on the nose
Cold gaze fixed on the anxious young man
Cast a skeptical eye
Sure, we know that, said Herrera, taking off his glasses to inspect the lenses.

Gaffan saw Marley’s eyes open wide in surprise and recognition.
Eyes bleary from surveillance and the two-hour drive
Vision narrowed to a pinprick
Eyes clouded
eyes locked on like magnets
four pairs of eyes blinked in unison
studied her with a predator’s unwavering attention
blinked a couple of times
Squinted out into the audience
eyes narrowed to slits
Narrowed his eyes
eyes locked in a shared understanding
yellow rimmed eyes narrowing
peer sightlessly at a wall
eyes turned inward
shook her head and stared at the pool
Staring sightlessly into the darkness
Stared off into the crowd but didn’t seem to see anything
Stared into the distance
Fixed expression
Looked at a place somewhere over his shoulder
focused on an empty space in the air between them
eyes narrowed, she got a vertical wrinkle between her eyebrows. Her lips pursed slightly.
Their eyes met, but he broke it off
meaningful eye contact
studied Hood with her level gaze
risked a peek
she screwed her eyes shut
stared brazenly into her eyes
opened her eyes wide
dark eyes radiated a fierce, uncompromising intelligence
rubbed raw eyes
eyes felt scratchy and I was jittery with coffee and raw from sleeplessness.
His eyes flickered past me.
His eyes were never still and he never looked at me except in passing
Caught her peeking at Hawk sideways out of a narrow corner of her right eye.
Watching the bystanders from the edge of his vision
Looked him over with the respect men who have not served give those who have

Eyes

Ferret-like eyes
Dark eyes smoldering
Lined from squinting into too many suns
Eyes were dark pools of fear
Flint-eyed
looked like hell—purple bags under her eyes,
eyes carried a mixture of shock and barely contained anger
bright eyes of an optimist
one eye clouded with a cataract
wounded eyes
tired eyes
his body felt heavy
eyes were dark, cupped by fleshy pouches
wire-rimmed glasses
Slate-blue eyes
Dark solemn eyes
Spark in his grey eyes
Steely-eyed
Huge blue eyes that gave her a startled look
black circles beneath her eyes had become bruises
Wide-spread aquamarine eyes
Beady-eyed
brown eyes wearing reading glasses
Piercing stare
Close set black eyes
Watery blue eyes
Memorable only for his bleak eyes
Nets of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes
Eyes flat as little pebbles
Steely eyed
long eyelashes
laughing eyes
predatory eyes
Eyes were red-rimmed from allergies
Under heavy lids; heavy-lidded
Sensitive brown eyes
Eyes sunk into his sockets
Competitive, fixed, dead-eyed, and querulous stare of people who weren’t getting far enough fast enough
I’ve-seen-it-all eyes
bedroom eyes, dark hair falling into them
Crows feet radiated from corners of eyes
the light fades from his eyes until they are dark and empty
eyes were brown in the middle and bloodshot everywhere else
stared through him
Looked left and right before starting
Pingponging his gaze between A and B
His glance, as conspiratorial as a wink
eyes watched her the way a tiger watched a bunny
Shadow passed over his eyes
Flicker in his eyes
Said without looking at him
looked for a common theme, a thread of some sort
She frowned-couldn’t recall the incident
Heard little and cared less
Hovering over her shoulder
His eyes flattened
His face hardened in concentration
Thinking about my conversation with the old detective
shot a look over the top of his glasses
Squinted at the sun
Arched an eye brow
Looked at me with a strangled expression

Eyebrows

Bushy eyebrows
eyebrows of white steel wool
a single bushy bar above the eyes

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Jacqui Murray is the author of the popular prehistoric fiction saga, Man vs. Nature which explores seminal events in man’s evolution one trilogy at a time. She is also the author of the Rowe-Delamagente thrillers and Building a Midshipman, the story of her daughter’s journey from high school to United States Naval Academy. Her non-fiction includes over a hundred books on integrating tech into education, reviews as an Amazon Vine Voice, a columnist for NEA Today, and a freelance journalist on tech ed topics. Look for her next prehistoric fiction, Savage Land, Winter 2024.