Quotes About Gaze

There is no sadness and no cruelty in that gaze; it is a gaze without adjectives, it is only, completely, a gaze which neither judges you nor appeals to you; it posits you, implicates you; makes you exist. But this creative gesture is endless; you keep on being born, you are sustained, carried to the end of a movement which is one of infinite origin, source, and which appears in an eternal state of suspension.

He stared into his eyes

empty place opposite with eyes too

SQUINTED through the

Still no reaction. No movement. Just total stillness, and a raised chin, and an averted gaze, and a dignified and implacable silence, like a veteran salesman insulted by a counteroffer.

The guy didn't move. He was five inches down in height, maybe thirty pounds in weight, maybe a whole foot in reach. Evidently unarmed, because otherwise his weapon would have been out and in his hand already. Evidently unsettled, too, by Reacher's gaze, which was steady, and calm, and slightly amused, but also undeniably predatory, and even a little unhinged.

MARBLE STEPS COMPLAINT White dew grows on the marble steps, And in the long night, soaks into my stockings. But now I let the crystal curtain down, And gaze through it at the autumn moon.

She gazed into space, afflicted by sudden deafness, a common disorder in felines.

She looked up at him and loved what she saw.

Have you ever gotten breathless before from a beautiful face, for i see you there, my dear.

Quando si spense la seconda lampadina, entrambi si girarono a guardarla, per un attimo. Sembrava quando si aspettano le stelle cadenti, nelle notti d'estate.

Per mille volte cercò gli occhi di lei, e per mille volte lei trovò i suoi.

We can be confident in our dealings with the world when what the world sees is the outer person, with all the outer person's defences: the intimacy of a love affair is a different matter altogether. And who might not feel just the slightest bit insecure under the gaze of a lover--a gaze which falls on birthmarks, on blemishes physical and psychological, on our imperfections and impatience, on our human vulnerability?

How rapid was his look and bashful, Tender and bold, while off and on With an obedient tear it shone.

She looked at Farrell because there was nothing else to look at.

Barrons had just given me the most carnal, sexually charged hungry look I'd ever seen in my life, and I was pretty sure he didn't even know he had done it.

Everything was dark. His tall figure dissolved into the night, but I could still feel his eyes on me, shining despite the darkness.

Carter placed her fingers over his hand and signed a single sign. "I love you too," she answered. "How did you know what I said?" He moved his fingers along her arm trying to convince himself she was truly with him. "I listened with my heart." Her gaze locked with his.

She pulled a chair to the tiny table "I'm starving." "So am I," he answered, but when she glanced up he was looking at her and not the food.

extinguish their light and beauty with his gaze. This

He never asks for endearment, all quiet, Only gazes at me all the time, And he bears with a blissful smile This distressing oblivion of mine.

He hadn't quite drifted off, although he looked exhausted. Under heavy eyelids, he surveyed her, a faint smile of masculine triumph teasing his lips. The possessiveness in his gaze and in his embrace made her feel wanted, needed…loved. She'd

brown eyes,

moment as the two men's gazes met, neither attempting