Quotes About Stare

We've reached an age that when construction workers stare at us it's because they figure we might be considering a remodeling job.

I have known a vast quantity of nonsense talked about bad men not looking you in the face. Don't trust that conventional idea. Dishonesty will stare honesty out of countenance, any day in the week, if there is anything to be got by it.

Bobby just stared at me. There was already crumbs in his mustache and it was barely seven in the morning.

And they are lovely, the turbines, better than power lines, particularly when the sky is blue. Sometimes I do stare at them. The blades look like ballerina's legs, but all calves and no feet, like ballerina's legs but with the feet chopped off at the ankle, like a German fairy tale.

Rowan did. And so did Esme. "Scythe Volta is always cranky after a gleaning," Esme leaned over to tell Rowan. "Don't stare at him, or he'll throw something at you.

people are worn away with striving, they hide in common habits. their concerns are herd concerns. few have the ability to stare at an old shoe for ten minutes or to think of odd things like who invented the doorknob? they become unalive because they are unable to pause undo themselves unkink unsee unlearn roll clear. listen to their untrue laughter, then walk away.

I stared at the phone. Deathly damned thing. But you needed it to call 911. You never knew.

when you stare into the void, the void stares also; but if you cast into the void, you get a type conversion error.

Distant thunder sounded on and off throughout the evening and occasionally a heavier roll would cause them to stare out beyond the windows.

And then I turned and saw a guy staring at me.... "What are you looking at, idiot?" I asked, giving him the sneer that had served me so well. "My future wife. The mother of my children.

The little man gave the big one a look. One of his eyes was green, one was black, and both were cool.

Vishous's chest expanded. . . and his diamond stare slowly swung to Butch. There was a heartbeat of intensity. Then V reached out and repositioned the cross so it once again hung over Butch's heart. You did well, cop. Congratulations, true?

V's smile didn't last long. Don't get your romantic side fired up about me and Jane, buddy. She's human. Butch's jaw dropped and he pulled a bobble. No, really? That's such a shocker! And here I thought she was a sheep. V shot Butch a fuck-ya stare.

Rhage's stare narrowed, but he refused to look at the angel. "Isn't there a Saved by the Bell marathon you have to go watch?" "Don't hate on Zack. He's like your little fucking brother, beauty queen." Lassiter wandered over, the gold he had on creating an aura around his blond-and-black head and his long body—or maybe the glow actually was an aura.

Hello? You tracking at all? Or were you planning on sleeping through this round. The lids on that red stare lifted. I'm not sleeping. Meditating. Whatever. I wasn't meditating. Fine. Psychically manipulating energy fields—— You make me dizzy when you pace. It's vertigo diversion.

She glanced over at the heavy

With his chin dropped to his chest, he was staring at her from under his brows, his pale yellow eyes glowing as they locked on her and her alone. Her first cogent thought was that he was a predator. Her second… was that she wanted to be caught.

Apex? The male with the dead stare and the bad past walked in with a bored expression on his face—and a severed hand… in his hand? The vampire lifted the body part. "I borrowed this from one of the guards. After we're done getting you out, I'm going to slap him with it. Assuming he hasn't bled out.

Lift up our eyes to you? no, God, we stare and stare, upon a nearer thing that greets us here, Death, violent and near.

Many call it the 1000 yard stare and can't realize the pain when PTSD takes us there

Only a few hours later, watching another such column go by, he stared right into the face of Monsieur Arlanc—who stared right back at him. He had no hair, his cheeks were grizzly and sucked-in from hunger, but Monsieur Arlanc it was.

After dinner, I become afraid despite myself. I know I should be joyous, for this reunion is the proof that love can still be ours, but I know the bell has tolled this evening. The sun has long since set and the thief is about to come, and there is nothing I can do to stop it. So I stare at her and wait and live a lifetime in these last remaining moments.

Draden didn't move, staying as still as any predator with his gaze fixed on his prey. No muscle moved.

That direct stare spoke volumes of knowledge about secrets she suddenly needed to know. He hadn't said a word, but all she could think was sex. Sin.