Quotes About Glare

I'm still insecure, but when I first started acting, I was really insecure. I glared at a lot of people. I assumed everyone hated me. Somehow that scowl has turned into an acting career.

I glared at him speechlessly; how dare he put a pet name on me?

Are you just trying to be dense? He glared at me. But I glared right back, indignantly, and then in the tones of someone speaking to a dim pony, he said, I'd want to. If you want, I want. And if you don't want, then-- I don't want. That's the general idea of the thing, I said, getting wary all over again: that sounded alarmingly like he did want. Otherwise it's just stalking. Are you asking?

In the last pocket of darkness before the glare of Beachfront Drive, they came to a pause, a timeless pedestrian gesture in these parts that usually announced a kiss or at least a grabbed ass.

all of [her] is brushed with light, so much glare she seems to singe the very tissue of remembrance. — C.K. Williams, from "Combat," Poems 1963-1983 (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 1988)

Worse than a toddler,' she thought, and stretched out beside him. He flicked her a glance that said, 'I'll allow you to pet me.' Except, when she reached out to stroke the soft fur behind his ear, his glare said, 'But only with your gaze.

Kostchei looked at her,his eyes liquid ice, and Irene found herself stuttering to a halt and closing her mouth. He had more presence in that glare than some Fae lords she'd faced down. It wasn't psychic powers, as some people would have described them. It was simply alpha teacher, channelled with a side order of extra ice and public humiliation, and it worked far too well.

THE SKULL GLARED at me out of empty eye sockets.

She glared at him. "You're doing it again." "What?" "That thing that irritates me." "Smiling?" "Yes. That.

Villa Marchese ," she murmured, a shiver of excitement running through her. " Bellisima! " But her father glared, first at the villa, then at her. "Indeed," he said coldly. "It's amazing what the wages of sin can buy these days.

The wet sidewalks gleam with a broad sheet of red light. The raindrops glitter as if the sky were pouring down rubies. The spouts gush with fire. Methinks the scene is an emblem of the deceptive glare which mortals throw around their footsteps in the moral world, thus bedazzling themselves till they forget the impenetrable obscurity that hems them in, and that can be dispelled only by radiance from above.

It was a voice full of light and dark. Light not only as it glimmers, but also as it glares. Dark not only as it brings cold and fear, but also as it gives rest and shade.

Son of a bitch Wrath breathed as a figure stopped twenty yards away. The glowing man laughed Well, if it isn't good king Wrath and his band of merry-merry happy-happy. I swear you boys should do kiddie shows, you're so fucking cheery. Great, Rhage murmered, his sense of humor's still intact. Vishous exhaled Maybe I can try to beat it out of him- Use his own arm to do it, if you can- Wrath glared at the two of them, who shot him back a pair of 'who-us?' stares

V sat back on his heels, crossed his arms, and continued to look down at the little bag of vampire. And what do you know. That infant sonofabitch glared right back at him. Vishous

Balthazar squeezed his muscle-loaded body into the chair on the other side. "Wow, this is a tight squeeze. And yes, please, on the nicotine." "You want I fix your chair?" V offered. "No," Butch said. "We're done with the redecorating. My eardrums can't take another round of that." V shot him a buzzkill glare and then got to work rolling one for Balthazar.

... but the greatest wisdom is blinded by the glare of vanity.

You alright?' Frey asked him. Crake gave him an accusing glare. 'I thought I'd given up all dignity long ago when I joined this crew,' he said. 'But this? This is a new low, Frey.' 'It's character-building,' said Frey.

Look, Madeline, Lady Gertrude said, everyone's gaping at you! I know. The future duchess stared straight ahead, her shoulders stiff, her back straight. Never had Remington seen a woman less comfortable with her own distinction. Never had he enjoyed the success of his own plan quite so much. The ton adored only one thing more than a romance, and that was a scandal. He had- and would- give them both. Maybe it's because of your hair, he murmured. Madeline shot him a glare.

5:15 I have never put makeup on. It's hard. You assholes are crowding my mirror space. Gimme some room, I keep smearing my blush. Everyone's glares at me. I feel like a gay homosexual.

Sparrow launched the plum. It was close range, and hit Ruby on her collarbone. She said, "Ow!" though it hadn't really hurt. Rubbing at the place of impact, she glared at Sparrow. "Is that it, then? Have you spent your wrath?" "Yes," said Sparrow, dusting off her palms. "It was on-plum wrath." "How sad for Feral. He was only worth one plum. Won't he mope when we tell him.

Alec flopped down on the opposite side of the fire and glared at them both. "And where have Jace and Clary gone?" "Ah," said Simon delicately. "Who can say..." "Straight people," Alec declared. "Why can't they control themselves?

Once he began to speak, the sound of it was so compelling that you focused all your thoughts upon the words, and not upon the man who uttered them. It was a voice full of light and dark. Light not only as it glimmers, but also as it glares. Dark not only as it brings cold and fear, but also as it gives rest and shade.

For a blink of an eye, there was so much media glare. It was unexpected, and I don't think we realized the magnitude of the message we were imparting with 'The Nanny Diaries.' There was also this added challenge that some of the media power players whose publications were doing stories on us perceived us to be sniping at their lifestyles.

Unfortunately, if you don't want to be in the spotlight, get out of it.