Quotes About Gaze

Other males saw Nïx as exceedingly comely; all Bowe saw was a powerful being made mad as a hatter from her foresight. Nïx lay on her side, bending her elbow to casually prop her head in her hand. With a sigh she said, "Bowen, I took you on as my pet project because I like to ogle you. Due to your rowr factor." Her distracted gaze flickered over his face and the bandaged end of his arm. If you're not going to keep yourself up, well--

She lay on her side, bending her elbow to casually prop her head in her hand. With a sigh she said, "Bowen, I took you on as my pet project because I like to ogle you. Due to your rowr factor." Her distracted gaze flickered over his face and the bandaged end of his arm. "If you're not going to keep yourself up, well—

Studying my face, Death narrowed his gaze. "Have you a plan, creature?" "Can't read my thoughts anymore?" "Perhaps not. But I can tell you are malingering." "Malingering? I don't speak S.A.T.

His gaze was so soft that she would like to wrap herself with it.

I love the way you make me feel when you walk into the room, when you look at me.

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

If you say my eyes are beautiful, it's because they are looking at you.

She had bullets in her eyes and they fired.

It's poetry in motion, when she turned her tender eyes to me.

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there;

Buzele ei erau ale mele, sorbeam, sorbeam, m? dezlipeam, priveam în t?cere ochii deschiÈ™i spre mine - È™i din nou...

She felt, rather than saw, his eyes on her, the interplay of determination and, oddly, humor. "You aren't taking another step on this journey of yours without me. Someone's got to knit the socks.

Your heavenly eyes are shining like a late night star. To be in heaven, I like to get lost in those eyes forever.

If you can see the moon, you can gaze at her and blow her a kiss.

Rose rested her pink eyes on my eyes. I removed my gaze like a traitor.

Stung, I lifted my eyes to his and saw them as if for the first time. Eyes the color of rain, soft as dew and strong enough to etch a mountainside. Tears shimmered there — tears, ay Mother! Or maybe they were in my own eyes.

His eyes drifted to hers again. It was all she could do to hold his gaze. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel like he was seeing all the way inside. She hadn't seen that gaze since the summer they painted sets at the community theater. She'd liked it then. Now, not so much.

There was warmth and affection in his gaze. A tender caring that made her want to stretch toward him like a sunflower reaching toward the sun's heat.

When he opens his eyes he gives to what he gazes at the recognition no look ever before granted it. It becomes a word.

her," he said. "She stares. That's what she does

Sight is the least sensual of all the senses. And we strain ourselves to see, see, see--everything, everything through the eye, inone mode of objective curiosity.

Her eyes were celadon saucers but bottomless, of such great depth that she could take in the knowledge of whole worlds and have room in that gaze for still more.

the idea that somehow any of that will keep out the darkness, keep out the thoughts that churn through your head—the cold regard that holds you as if God herself had through some electrified beatific gaze pinned you like a butterfly in a collector's display case of mediocrity.

In scoping out the party crowd, does one face catch your eye? The Tierra del Fuegans have an expression, mamihlapinatapei, which is listed in the Guinness Book of Records as the world's mist succinct word. It refers to the act of 'looking into each other's eyes, each hoping that the other will initiate what both want to do but neither chooses to commence.