Quotes About Stare

When I take my kid to school, all the parents stop and stare.

When she told the agent where she wanted to take Bellami, she expected the man to look surprised, but he simply nodded and opened the passenger door for her, his cold stare revealing nothing. Sato loved professionals.

Souls withered from the beginning, and doomed to stare into the time and space of every day.

I think justices of all stripes agree that stare decisis is important, but not an inextricable command. It's not inflexible; it's not absolute.

I looked Death right in the face.

Winter glanced over at Moon, for the nine thousandth time that day,

Arctic snatched the last bright green drink from a passing tray and stared into it gloomily.

Raging politeness," this extreme friendliness is sometimes termed, but even if that is true, it is better than the cold stare or the averted eyes or the calculated snub I was used to in New England.

and she shot him a fiery look. "Whose

Who you looking at

His eyes were holes in the world.

Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold. Thou hast no speculation in those eyes Which thou dost glare with!

Quando gettò indietro la testa per bere, incontrò gli occhi di Demelza Carne, immensi e scuri, che lo stavano fissando dall'ultimo ripiano del mobile. Ross ruggì una risata che fece rientrare Prudie di corsa nella stanza.

for, of course, with all animals, including us, to stare is an aggressive act.

One pacer got a little freaked out after she saw her runner stare into space for a while and then tell the empty air, "I know you're not real.

The Killer instinct is not perceived by words, but by look.

For a moment, Cardan just stares at me with stupid, crow-black eyes. Then one corner of his mouth curls. "Oh," he says. "You're going to regret doing that.

He touches my cheek lightly with his fingers. 'You- I thought-' I stare up into his eyes, puzzled by his expression. 'Are you hurt?' he asks. I shake my head. The prince turns away from me abruptly.

For a moment, I stare at him stupidly. I am reeling from the kiss, from the swiftness of the violence. I am not yet used to Oak's ability to kill without hesitation and then chagrined about it, as though he did something in slightly poor taste. Spilled a rare vintage of wine, perhaps. Mismatched his trousers to his shirt.

Now their eyes kept returning to the space where Polly's right arm should have been. It was an anomaly, an oddness, an optical discrepancy. From now on it wouldn't be her beauty that would cause people to stare at her in shopping centers.

Hunt and Annabelle stared at each other in silent bemusement, as if someone had posed a question that neither of them knew how to answer. The moment lengthened uncomfortably, until Simon Hunt finally spoke. "A pretty sound, that," he said softly. Annabelle struggled to find her voice. "What is?" she asked. "Your laughter.

I love 'The Vampire Diaries!' I can't help it - it's such a teeny-bopper show, but I think I just like it to stare at the guys.

But car windows are made of safety glass. They do not shatter into shards. They explode into a pile of small pebbles, and it would take a great deal of ingenuity to use them to kill Doakes, unless I could persuade him to eat them. That didn't seem likely, so with a philosophical shrug, I stopped cranking the window and returned the good sergeant's stare. "Was there something else?" I asked politely. Sergeant

The Priest used to try to scare us with these pictures of the Devil. Horns and red face and evil stare—but this guy is scarier, because he's just so fucking ordinary-looking and real but so totally fucking evil and really, really happy about that, and about being there with this chopped-up body. And