Quotes About Gaze

I turned, gaze sweeping the restaurant until I'd zeroed in on my sweet yellow Lab all crouched under a table, chewing on a shiny gold stiletto a diner had slipped off her foot.

Nichelle staring at Jack.

His eyes devoured the curves of her form as she dressed.

Even when I look away I am still looking.

Tonight you're thinking of cities under crowns of snow and I stare at you like I'm looking through a window, counting birds.

Adrian suddenly glanced up at me. Our gazes locked, and I felt like he could read my mind. How often did he think about that kiss? And if he really was crazy about me, did he imagine more than just kissing? Did he fantasize about me? What kinds of things did he think about? His lips on my neck? His hand on my leg? And was that leg bare . . . ?

I saw something in his pretty green eyes that I had never seen before: Anger. They were like emerald fire

Our gazes locked, so much passing between us. In those moments, I wasn't in a tent with him, on the run from those who regarded us as villains. There was no murderer to catch, no Strigoi trauma to overcome. There was just him and me and the feelings that had burned between us for so long.

For a moment his eyes locked onto me with an intensity that left me breathless.

She simply stared at me, her dark gaze practically piercing my soul. A tangle of emotions tightened in my chest.

Meus olhos se levantaram do rosto de Natalie e encontraram o de Jesse Zeklos, bem quando ele passava pela nossa mesa.

You wanted me to insist. You wanted me to win the argument." "Wanted is too simple," Susan said. She had shifted her gaze from her martini to the ongoing afternoon outside her kitchen window. "I wanted and didn't want. I needed both my autonomy and your protection. By acting the way I did, I managed to have both.

the sort of baleful stare you get when life's a mystery.

Thence, even as he gazed, a tiny column of smoke rose straight up into the still air.

His mouth tilted and his eyes twinkled. I knew it. One look into yer eyes and I could fall at yet feet.

Her eyes, walnut brown and shaded by fanned lashes, met mine. Held for a moment. Flew away.

I was glad I didn't have to return his gaze. Did he know I knew? And if he knew, then what would I see if I did look in his eyes? Blame? Indignation? Or, God forbid, what I feared most: guileless devotion?

She has intelligent, flirtatious eyes, and a penetrating gaze under which one feels simultaneously appraised, tested, charmed, toyed with. They remain, I suspect, a redoubtable seduction tool.

eyes are windows to the soul.

Probabil c? am stat acolo cam un minut, dar mi s-a p?rut cel mai lung minut din viaÈ›a mea. Secundele se târau încet, desp?rÈ›ite de o eternitate. Aerul se f?cea tot mai greu, devenind aproape solid. SimÈ›eam c? nu mai pot s? respir. Baba a continuat s? m? È›intuiasc? cu privirea, f?r? s? se ofere s? citeasc?.

I held his gaze. "My mother once told me that diamonds were born of pressure, but I never understood what she meant until I met you." His brows drew together, and his voice roughened. "For true?" "Jack, your past—and how you handled it—is why we're both still breathing.

Ogen's drool pinged my cheek. This would be my last sight? Almost a relief when my lids slid shut and scenes flashed through my mind. I beheld Jack's face as he'd gazed down at me in that suspended moment of time. So perfectly, I saw him. Heard him. I am home, Evangeline. Finally found the place I'm supposed to be. With my death, would Matthew tell him to stop hunting, to stop searching?

At that, I closed my eyes. I could feel Jackson's gaze on me, even before Matthew said —He stares. He stares. He hungers to know what's behind your false face. The curiosity burns him.— I turned in to Matthew, wanting to hear more. False face? Is that why he looks like he hates me? —Loathe/love. Hurting/hating.—

He cleared his throat. When she jerked her gaze to his face, he raised his eyebrows. Caught ogling the prey! The indignity! What is wrong with me?