Quotes About Gaze

Being an actor, I've thought about being in the male gaze.

The sage as astronomer.—As long as you still feel the stars as something 'above you', you have not yet acquired the gaze of a man of deep understanding.

Kada dugo gledaš u bezdan tada bezdan krene gledati u tebe

I became simply a pair of eyes, staring through my mask at Char. I needed no ears because I was too far off to hear his voice, no words because I was too distant for speech, and no thoughts - those I saved for later. He bent his head. I loved the hairs on the nape of his neck. He moved his lips. I admired their changing shape. He clasped his hand. I blessed his fingers. Once, the power of my gaze drew his eyes...

Iconic Paris tells us: here are our three-star attractions, go thou and marvel. And so we gaze obediently at what we are told to gaze at, without exactly asking why.

I glanced at Carson, who had promised things would be alright. His gaze was on the floor, and a muscle in his jaw flexed rhythmically but unhelpfully. If he was trying to send me a message, I was out of luck, because I'd never learned Morse Code for Assholes.

She folded her arms across her breasts and looked at me like a lioness.

He was silent for a minute. His gaze moved past me and grew distant as if he was watching his daughter slip away over a receding horizon. I had no children, but I had given up envying people who had.

Yo fui un soldado que durmió en el lecho de Cleopatra la reina. Su blancura y su mirada astral y omnipotente. Eso fue todo. I was a soldier who slept in the bed of Cleopatra, the Queen. Her paleness, her starry and omnipotent gaze. Nothing more.

large black cat with bright, yellow eyes.

She saw that I was looking at her intently, but at first she pretended not to notice. She had pale skin, set off by shiny black hair and dark, troubled eyes. And then those eyes, searching and eloquent, met mine.

There was nothing humble in his gaze. Nothing brotherly, either. It was the kind of look that made Sililli's hackles rise. The look of a young animal, inflamed by Sarai's beauty and heavy with desire.

He stops, looks up at this window, and I can see the white oblong of his face. We look at each other. I have no rose to toss, he has no lute. But it's the same kind of hunger.

Behind the studied blankness of her gaze, revolt must have been simmering. I recognized that surliness, that stubbornness, that captive-princess indignation, which must be kept hidden until enough weapons have been collected.

starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends.

without a touch of hazel, starred with bristly black lashes and slightly tilted at the ends.

Her gaze was steady but never anything but soft. "Louis de Pointe du Lac would see a ghost now," she said, musing, "as if his suffering isn't enough.

He looked at me, and his mouth worked the miracle of the ordinary smile.

His eyes were on me and I didn't have the slightest intention of looking away. Nevertheless, I looked him up and down because I couldn't help it, and becuase he was as breathtaking as he has always described himself to be. and I had to see him, truly see him, even if he was to be the last thing I ever saw.

His skin was a pale golden that offset his violet blue eyes wonderfully, and his hair was a true mane of yellow, tousled and curling just above his shoulders. His colored glasses almost the same violet tint as his eyes, were pushed up into his hair, and h was staring at me, golden eyebrows scowled slightly, waiting perhaps for me to regain my senses; I honestly didn't know.

The beautiful boy with the auburn hair who was Amadeo gazed at me calmly as Riccardo spoke. And once again he said in the soft Russian tongue: Master, which the other boys did not hear.

He came towards Maharet, staring intently at her, at her smooth face which now bore no trace whatever of human life, the florid human eyes seemingly set within a sculpture.

It struck me how different were his green eyes from hers. His eyes were darker. There was no distinct circle of blackness around the irises and, indeed, the pupils did not stand out so clearly. Nevertheless they were beautiful eyes.

She had grown still and was staring at me yet, her eyes full of the fire of the torch, her lower lip trembling, and a sigh coming out of her as though she was about to cry again.