Quotes About Gaze

His lordship seemed quite changed; he no longer appeared that apathetic being who had so astonished Aubrey; but as soon as his convalescence began to rapid, he again gradually retired into the same state of mind, and Aubrey perceived no difference from the former man, except that at times he was surprised to meet his gaze intently upon him, with a smile of malicious exultation playing upon his lips: he knew not why, but his smile haunted him.

Her eyes were upon him as if she had no interest in what she was saying.

Sînt priviri feminine care au ceva din perfectiunea trista a unui sonet.

De sute de ani, omenirea prive?te cerul printr-o gaur? de tun.

Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.

But in the glance at once tender and wild, swift and deep, which that woman's black eyes had shot at him by stealth, there was such a world of buried sorrows and promised joys!

The sick man himself had wasted greatly. All the life in him seemed to have taken refuge in the still brilliant eyes.

Yesterday, at the Italian Opera, I could feel some one was looking at me; my eyes were drawn, as by a magnet, to two wells of fire, gleaming like carbuncles in a dim corner of the orchestra. Henarez never moved his eyes from me. The wretch had discovered the one spot from which he could see me—and there he was. I don't know what he may be as a politician, but for love he has a genius.

A Star appears; they marked its kindling beam O'er night's dark breast unusual splendours stream: The lesser lights that deck the sky, In wondering silence softly gliding by, At the fair stranger seemed to gaze, Or veiled their trembling fires and half withdrew their rays.

The full-face portrait staring back at you hypnotises. Flaubert is usually looking away in his portraits and photographs. He's looking away so that you can't catch his eye; he's also looking away because what he can see over your shoulder is more interesting than your shoulder.

Jazz opened his eyes. Conner opened her eyes. Howie opened his eyes.

There is no moment that exceeds in beauty that moment when one looks at a woman and finds that she is looking at you in the same way that you are looking at her. The moment in which she bestows that look that says, "Proceed with your evil plan, sumbitch."

Esto parece haber dado a entender la divina escriptura en los proverbios de Salomón: Rex, qui sedet in solio judicii, dissipat omne malum in tuitu suo [El Rey que está sentado en el solio del juicio disipa todo mal con su mirada]. Porque

Again I paused, and gazed through the stony shroud, as if, by very force of penetrative sight, I would clear every lineament of the lovely face. And now I thought the hand that had lain under the cheek, had slipped a little downward. But then I could not be sure that I had at first observed its position accurately. So I sang again; for the longing had grown into a passionate need of seeing her alive—

Her dark eyes looked as if they found repose there, so quietly did they rest on the face of the old man

To turn his head and look at her would have been inconceivable folly. With hands locked together, invisible among the press of bodies, they stared steadily in front of them, and instead of the eyes of the girl, the eyes of the aged prisoner gazed mournfully at Winston out of nests of hair.

Todo el mundo sabe lo que es un flechazo, el amor a primera vista; no hay forma de explicarlo. Sucede, no cabe duda de que sucede: una mirada, un gesto, en los que se decide toda una vida.

The candle glimmers but an hour. The night Looms in its ancient hunger. Would you know The tragedy of human love and need? Gaze on the stars, then on a brother's face!

Perhaps, when it came down to it, that gaze attracted her? Wasn't this big, placid man, smoking his pipe and staring into space, more of a friend than an enemy?

Those fine eyes of hers had a disconcertingly direct gaze, and very often twinkled in a manner disturbing to male egotism. She had common-sense too, and what man wanted the plainly matter-of-fact, when he could enjoy instead Sophia's delicious folly?

Their eyes met, both pairs grey, hers very cool and clear, his faintly smiling...

She dared not meet his eyes, however, and very nearly broke down again when he said, after a moment's scrutiny; 'My loved one, I left you in a high state of preservation! What has been happening here?' She moved away, saying: 'Do I look hagged? I am - I am rather tired.

His eyes were green and cold and brilliant with murder.

He met my eyes-only for a moment, but enough that I knew we saw each other, as we so rarely did, plainly.