Quote by Cara McKenna Download Open image ““His irises were pale with a dark ring, gray like his self-designed uniform…”” — Cara McKenna ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.1 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“The eyes were dark and startling. They held such a wealth of intellect and of twinkling gaiety that his glasses seemed to be worn… — Ayn Rand Copy Share Image
“I concentrated on his eyes and his facial expression. Those said a lot about a person. I’d noticed that his eyes changed color based… — Marysue G. Hobika Copy Share Image
“His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated.” — H.G. Wells Copy Share Image
“And I see that his brown eye has a splash of green in it and the green one a splash of brown. Like Cezanne… — Jandy Nelson Copy Share Image
“Her eyes are gray, but not like those of people from the Seam. They’re very pale, as if almost all the color has been… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
“His eyes were the darkest blue. They couldn't be real. Frankly, those eyes were overkill. I'd have swooned perfectly fine without them.” — Kylie Scott Copy Share Image
“He still wore, in the warming barracks, a muskrat cap with earlaps. Under it his eyes were gray as agates, as sudden as an… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
“He stood in the doorway with his hands in his pockets, the picture of nonchalance, and even as a human, he was too gorgeous… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
“He had always had a gift for conjuring images in his mind's eye. It was one of the secrets of his military success.” — H.W. Brands Copy Share Image
“It was like the color of his eyes, she supposed - not quite one shade or another, and utterly unlike anyone else's.” — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
“Still. It’s not all red. I’m not a total whore. Just a partial one. Just a splash of whore.” — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“It was what she'd been doing in every aspect of her life lately, wanting to hole up in the backseat and not be asked… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“That gooey stuff inside a Boston crème donut. That’s what you smell like. Now I’ll get a hard-on every time I eat one.” — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“Show me,” I said softly, and stroked his hair. “Show me what it feels like, to be wanted by a man, the way you… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“My flatmate’s away for the weekend. If you fancied meeting against every wall in the place.” — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“Okay. We've got about twenty minutes before I get mean again.' She laughed, relieved the night was still young, 'What are you, some kind… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“My mouth could deny my interest in Kelly all day long, but my pussy didn’t lie. He felt like more than a single person.… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“It’s a sign of weakness to feel stuff, in prison. To care. To admit you’re lonely, or sad, or that you’re aching for somebody.… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“Whatever happened to you being Mr. Control, and me just keeping my pretty mouth shut?” “Guess I like what comes out of your mouth,… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“After a moment’s hesitation, he (Jeremy) asked, “Would you ever ask her to do this for you? Bring another woman in…” He stopped speaking… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
“kitchenette, tidy but cast in a sickly glow by the fluorescent bulbs. Dennis looked about fifty, with gold-rimmed glasses and a professorial goatee, and… — Cara McKenna Copy Share Image
