black eyes - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
I thank the universe every day for these black eyes, for there is beauty in the night, and when they reflect the light they make tiny stars. I think God knew that I would have so many colours inside, that my soul would show best through black. I am the rainbow, and the stars, can't you see?
He looked at me then, his black eyes drilling into mine. I couldn't help but think - I'd never seen such dark eyes with so much light in them.
Her eyes were black, not soulless nor lifeless. Instead they were like two pristine stones of onyx, that lit up with a purple flare when touched by candle light.
I looked into his eyes, but it was like nothing was their to behold. An endless depth of ink, sorrow, and pain. I could not see whites of his eyes nor the vessels that flowed through them. They were depths of Tatarus holding a thousand souls yet there were none to be seen.
Her eyes were a bottomless pool of darkness, he knew, but he could not help trying to find the bottom. There was a bundle of sorrow swimming in them and he wanted, needed to do something to help her. But he saw fierceness and pride in her eyes, and he knew that she would not accept any help.
his eyes were so dark I felt like I was looking into a endless stretch of midnight sky
His eyes were midnight and ravens wings. They were the type of darkness that wasn't dark. They were sweet silence before dawn and responsibility. - remember dark eyes aren't always a bad thing.
Staring into his eyes, I was shocked to say I found nothing inside. Nothing. It was like, looking inside a depth of ever-ending darkness combined with a large amount of charcoal being thrown at your rosy red cheeks. I blinked, attempting to think this was a small side effect of my paranoia, but nothing changed. His eyes were black. Pure black. I expected to see ocean blue irises, but instead I saw a small portal of Tartarus just waiting for me to jump in.
I was drowning. everybody tells you that when drowning, calm down, find the top, relax and float to the top - but not this one. My breath evaporated from my chest. My heart thumped erratically. My mouth was dry and my tongue swollen. Sorrow, pain, and fear weighed me down. I needed to breathe! I couldn't breathe! My body was paralyzed.
I was drowning, but not in an ocean or a river, or even a pond. I'm drowning, and panicking, in the dark and endless abyss that stood in front of me. "Hello?" asked it's carrier "I'm new here. Is this the right class?"
I'm so screwed...
His eyes matched the way he felt towards the world: dark and cold. The whites of his eyes contrasted sharply with the pitch black iris that sunk deep into his head. Its depth resembled that of a black hole in space, an air of eeriness and unsettling coldness emanating from his gaze.
As I stare into his deep endless black eyes, I know I've fell for him as deep as his pitless black eyes.
She locked eyes with him. His eyes, so black and deep, like a bottomless well. They were dragging her in, those eyes of his, and she could see the coffee beans that were her eyes falling under that dark well. Soon it wasn’t just her eyes, it was every part of her falling. Falling...falling in love...she was falling in love with him.
They weren't black, per se. They were more, a deep, greyish brown that imitated black in the light I saw him from - that being two yellow pickup truck lights in the middle of the night. They were misty like a swamp, and the more I delved deeper, it appeared that Zane's eyes held every colour imaginable. It was a spectrum of swampy greens, ashy greys and browns and deep cobalts.
The mixture of them, however, made them appear to be a dull black, framed under brows of the same tone. Zane's eyes were ever so representative of him because you just had to look deeper into his mind, his eyes. His majestic black eyes were a gateway to his mind. It occurred to me that his eyes were the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen.