Quotes About Stare

He turned his powerful stare on Raven. Raven squirmed visibly. "Oh, shut up, Gregori," she snapped, her blue eyes flashing fire at him. A faint smile curved his mouth, failing to light his eyes. "I did not speak." "You spoke volumes, and you know it.

Your eyes are like inscrutable orbs!

And I've found that since you can't electrify yourself like a fence, the next best thing is to have murderer's eyes.

His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will's were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.

His eyes were green.

Bea was careful to stare down at her beer bottle as she spoke. When she was done the silence reigned again. Bea did not dare look up to see how her admission had been received. She saw one of the men get up from his barstool, but she didn't look over. She could hear someone moving about the room, but did not turn her head to investigate

Our imagination just needs space. It's all it needs, that moment where you just sort of stare into the distance where your brain gets to sort of somehow rise up.

I sat down, feeling proud. I was now officially a Panther in training. After the meeting I spotted a cute Panther sister who appeared to be around eighteen. She smiled. I puffed my chest out and walked over. What's happening, baby? I said coolly. Her smile turned into a military stare. The revolution is happening, brother, and I'm nobody's baby.

But she saw nothing in my eyes—she stared at me as though I had made a long journey on a white charger all the way to her prison house.

the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.

One day I saw it: how she looked back at the man that j the business suit who stood across a subway car from her, burning a hole through her with his eyes. Her stare was a challenge.

What the hell are you tryng to do? She gave him an innocent stare. Why, have a conversation. I suppose you're out of practice. He glared,narrow-eyed, then turned away. I'm going for a walk, he muttered. Lovely. Gennie slipped her arm through his. I'll go with you. I didn't ask you, Grant said flatly, stopping again. Oh. Gennie batted her eyes. You're trying to charm me by being rude again. It's so difficult to resist.

She didn't care for the way he stared at her, either. Even when he wasn't looking at her it felt as if he were staring. And as if he'd read her thoughts, he shifted his eyes to hers again. His smile was slow, unmistakably insolent, and made her want to bare her teeth in a snarl.

When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if they'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.

When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them.

He looked too drained to argue, his stare somehow unfinished, as though it had a place it wanted to rest but couldn't find.

She was like a wounded animal, he thought, looking at her. Fear and pain were in every line of her—in the taut stillness of her form and in her watchful, wary stare. She wanted to be alone, to lick her wounds, and though she'd been that way all along, he couldn't let her stay that way.

and measured swords with their eyes as

A man's a man who looks a man right between the eyes.

The headlights spilled over his shoulders, silhouetting his shadow on the concrete wall. He stared at it. It stared back.

When they glanced up at us in unison, they reminded me of late-night drinkers in a bar who stare at the front door each time it opens, as though the person coming through it possesses an answer to the hopelessness that governs their lives.

The Old Man came to that meeting disguised as a fisherman, wearing an oilskin jacket and a fisherman's hat. I don't know why. No disguise would'a worked by then, for he was red hot. His white beard and hard stare was plastered on every wanted poster from Pittsburgh to Alabama.

You can help each other, Max, said the unwelcome voice. You're perfect complements to each other. Shut up! I hissed under my breath, and Dylan looked startled. I didn't say anything. Gritting my teeth, I nodded. No, I know. It's just- I decided to take a risk and stare him down. I hear voices, okay? If you're gonna be here, get used to it. Or else keep your distance.

Id rather have a fake smile than a nasty stare.