big eyes

big eyes

A longing and/or pleading look, often in an attempt to get what one wants. I'm not changing my mind, so don't even bother looking at me with those big eyes! My little sister always gives me big eyes when things don't go her way.
See also: big, eye
Farlex Dictionary of Idioms.
See also:
  • don't bother me
  • Don't bother me!
  • doesnt
  • dying
  • be dying for (something)
  • plead with
  • plead with (one)
  • doesn't bother me any
  • (it) doesn't bother me any
  • (it) doesn't bother me at all
References in classic literature
Anne was safe, and a wee, white lady, with her mother's big eyes, was lying beside her.
'But, grandmother, what big eyes you have!' she said.
They turned to look at the bird, which fluttered its wings and stared back at them with its big eyes.
He was a man of fifty, a sort of sea-wolf, with big eyes, a complexion of oxidised copper, red hair and thick neck, and a growling voice.
And he felt still more frightened when, kissing him, he felt with his lips the dryness of his brother's skin and saw close to him his big eyes, full of a strange light.
"But this copper man," continued Dorothy, looking at it with big eyes, "is not alive at all, and I wonder what it was made for, and why it was locked up in this queer place."
But while I looked at him his former aspect, so subtly inhuman, so tantalizingly familiar, crept back into his big eyes, repellant and attractive.
"And that's just what I shall do if you don't let those little balls of pork alone," said Jim, glaring at the kitten with his round, big eyes. "If you injure any one of them I'll chew you up instantly."
The big eyes told Tom his blunder and he stopped, confused.
Anne's white face and big eyes appeared over the bedclothes with a startling suddenness.
How the big eyes stared and the blue lips smiled as the girls went in.
it will be so lovely to see the dear thing open her big eyes and clap her hands at the splendid news."
In the meantime, the pretty girl stood there, gazing at him with her big eyes, and holding out her tambourine to him and waiting.
She was still mighty shy, but she'd keep on following me about with those big eyes of hers--"
"All your ways of playing," she said with her big eyes on him, "are quite, quite wrong, and not in the least like how boys play!"