Quotes About Glare

An enormous bartender came over. He looked like the pullout centerfold for Leather Biker Monthly. Extra big and extra scary. He had long hair, a long scar, and tattoos of snakes slithering up both arms. He shot the two men a glare and—poof—they were gone. Like the glare had evaporated them. Then he turned his eyes toward Esperanza. She met the glare and gave him one back. Neither backed down.

To transport picturegoers to a unique place in the glare of the earth, in the darkness of the heart - this, you realize with a gasp of joy, is what movies can do.

At the door, Audrey called, "Are you coming?" "No, just breathing hard, love." He glanced at her and was rewarded by an outraged glare, followed by, "Oh, my God!

Not too fast, called Raoul. Let's not scare anyone. His majesty said with all deliberate speed! chirped the courier. He flinched under Lerant's glare. That's how we're doing it, Raoul told him. Deliberately.

At last Niko dropped his hands, and opened his eyes. His perfect tree illusion solidified and settled. Very nice, said Briar with approval. Couldn't have done better myself Couldn't do it at all yourself, muttered Tris. Briar ignored her. But you'd never find a cork oak in these parts. Too cold. Niko looked down his nose at the boy. I beg your pardon? Briar shrugged. Just thought I'd mention it. Niko glared.

She glared at him. Why are you forever asking hard questions? He smiled. Sooner or later you'll have to be able to answer one. Daja shoved him, grinning.

And he is an owl He is an owl, Man tattooed in his armpit Under the broken wing (Stunned by the wall of glare, he fell here) Under the broken wing of huge shadow that twitches across the floor. He is a man in hopeless feathers.

Hey, princess." Hey," I whispered, as Ash slipped his arms around my waist from behind, drawing me close. I could feel his glare aimed at Puck over my head, a silent, protective gesture that spoke louder than any words. Mine. Back off.

I've never been the kind of guy who finds attention irritating.

The sun shines. Sometimes it burns too hot, sometimes it bothers the eyes, but it is a reality of life, and so we live beneath its glare and seek shade and shelter as needed.

That was not a glare. That was a dignified look of measured contempt.

Myrddin', I said gently, 'what is she to you?' His head whipped round and he glared at me. His mouth was a grimace of revulsion, and his eyes were hard, bright points of pain. 'She is my death

the eye was blinded by the blaze of silver boiling in the sun. (185)

The captain glared at him. The sergeant put on the poker face that has been handed down from NCO to NCO ever since one protoamphibian told another, lower-ranking protoamphibian to muster a squad of newts and Take That Beach.

Vimes' glare ran from face to face, causing most of the squad to do an immediate impression of the Floorboard and Ceiling Inspectors Synchronised Observation Team.

I dodged behind Mac for cover and refused to take the bait. I glanced at my nonexistent watch. 'Oops, look at the time. Guess I have to be going now. Let's not do this again sometime, okay?' Before I could move, Pritkin was there, jamming the medallion into the skin of my upper arm.'Ow!'He looked at me expectantly. I glared at him. 'That hurt!' What do you see?' A big red mark

I flash him number seventeen of my thirty-five Looks of Death.

You can use one of the damned computers." Charity grinned. Leaning forward, she gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek. "You're a real pal, Hawkins." He fixed her with a glare. "Yeah, well, wait till you hear the favor I want in return.

Athena glared at Medusa. Beneath the bag, I was certain Medusa was glaring back. Athena glared at Medusa. Beneath the bag, I was certain Medusa was glaring back.

Now the windows, blinded by the glare of the empty square, had fallen asleep. The balconies declared their emptiness to heaven; the open doorways smelt of coolness and wine.

From the ranks of the Richmond militia across the square, a thin-shouldered infantryman glared at the hooded figure on the scaffold. The militiaman's eyes were dark with excitement, as if he had quite lost himself in the spectacle. He was Private John Wilkes Booth.

She glared at him. 'You've started, haven't you?' 'No, lass. You did. Remember what I said about natural talent? You've got it by the bucketful.' 'I never cry,' she said as he led her off the trail into the adjacent forest. 'Of course not,' he replied. 'You've got the warren right there in your head, and you've spent most of your life manipulating it like a High Mage. Anything to keep going, right?

Paran flicked his gaze to his weapon, glared back up and around at the warriors, then his eyes returned to Chance. And stayed there.

Coll swung a glare on Kruppe. 'What outrageous lies have you uttered now?' The round man looked offended. 'Kruppe and the truth are lifelong partners, friend Coll! Indeed, wedded bliss – we only yesterday celebrated our fortieth anniversary, the mistress of veracity and I.