glasses - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The glasses magnified her eyes to the size of the entire lens, so much so that when she looked your way it was quite startling. It had much the same effect as if she were standing too close, but of course she was not. After a while I got more used to it, but still, those washed-out blue eyes set in kermit-the-frog green frames, I had to fight the urge to take a step backwards.
The glasses were too small for his face. They were the kind you associate with a banker rather than a construction worker. The small metal rims just made his face look all the fatter and the arms splayed outwards to his protrudent ears. Perhaps he thought they made him appear intellectual, but the overall effect was of a man ill at ease with himself. A dangerous sign, especially in a man whose hair was already peppered with grey.
The glasses were so ubiquitous that Mac didn't think tracing their sale was even possible. They were on every teenager within a three mile radius whether they needed them or not. Still he leant forwards with a gloved hand and placed them in an evidence bag. Who knows, they might get lucky. Somewhere on the black plastic rims could be an epithelial or a partial print. The lack of lenses was curious and irritating, a prescription lens would have been something to go on.
Sally could never hate her glasses. She had been five when her father figured out she was struggling to navigate a world of smudges and distortions. Her teacher had thought her stupid and she had never in her whole life even walked quickly, let alone run. The day the eye doctor put on the pink rimmed spectacles the world had zoomed into focus and she had squealed, then cried, then clung to her Dad's legs. There were faces everywhere now, not just when she was up close for a kiss, everywhere! And they could see her!
When Papa took her to the park, she could see individual leaves on the trees and her mind was blown all over again. She laughed, then jogged along, hands out to the wind. Then with a jump she caught a tumbling leaf of scarlet right out of the cool October air. She stopped, feeling panic, she was far away from Papa. But on the turn of her head she could see him right there, far away, but right there. She ran back again, her cheeks dimpled with a smile to light the world.
The lawyer peered at us over horn-rimmed spectacles, I couldn't help but think he was sizing us up by the clothes we wore, as if we were nothing more to him but a couple of walking wallets.
People often confused her super thick and black rimed glasses with fakes that those wannabe hipsters wore. She wished, but unfortunately her glasses were very real and they constantly got smudged with even the slightly touch.
Her glasses were really the making of her face, so much so that even after the laser surgery she continued to wear them with clear lenses. She had several pairs to match her outfits. Some were rectangular, others round, some oversized like bug eyes and others wrapped around like a sci-fi character. Whatever she wore all we saw were her cheekbones, flawless skin and long black hair that would be the envy of any shampoo-ad model.
Despite the fact that you thought that they were a necessary evil, everyone else thought that they suited you entirely. The way they framed your face and showed the side of you that liked doing homework. Yes, they made you look dorky, but that is what we both are, dorks.
I stopped wearing mine after I realized that I no longer needed them, and you wished that you could too. But I love your glasses. They make those big, brown eyes of yours stand out. They made you adorable; made you seem less scary compared to those without.
Don't get rid of your glasses. You're perfect with them on.