Quotes About Gaze

In his gaze, rooms of the dead; halls of loss; fog- emerald; driven, dirty-rice snow: he was in there somewhere, I looked for him, and he gave me the gift, he let me in, knowing he would never once, in this world or in any other, have to do it again, and I saw him, not as he really was, I was still without the strength of anger, but I saw him see me, even now that dropping down into trust's affection in his gaze, and I held it, some seconds, quiet, and I said, Good-bye, and he said Good-bye

His brown eyes were set back in deep hollows, as though he looked out from a place of shadow on all the verities of the world.

I tipped my head back to squeeze out my dripping hair and saw the moon haloed by a cloud. Emily and Stephanie would be asleep by now. I felt linked through the years to Baba by this moon, which had witnessed it all. Had he stood here too, under its gaze, thinking of his sleeping children? I longed to say to him: Baba, I understand.

She walked as if she had nothing in mind but her destination—or something beyond it—staring ahead with Mama's elongated black eyes, glossy with a kind of circumspect longing.

She could've stared into those eyes for a thousand years and never noticed the time passing by.

You have a disconcerting way of looking at me so directly that I feel as though you could see right through into my soul, Mr. Cunningham, she said. I suppose it is the artist in you.

But it was into his eyes she looked, and having once done so, she could not look away again.

She realized even as she gazed that he was looking at her just as intently.

This is the man who loves you, darling, who has loved you for six long and lonely years. Open your eyes and look at me, love.

They strolled toward town, stopping now and then to let him catch his breath and to gaze upward, for the west Kansas sky is black velvet on clear, cool December nights, and the Milky Way is strung across it like the diamond necklace of a crooked banker's mistress.

I wouldn't call my pre-Warren drinking out of control because I had control. So long as I didn't leave my apartment, I didn't drink. In Cambridge, that person no longer exists. With an invisible eraser, I'm internally rubbing hard at the core of her, and Warren's steady, unwavering gaze is lasering away her external edges. Soon she'll be mist.

Her countenance was all expression; her eyes were not dark but impenetrably deep; you seemed to discover space after space in their intellectual glance.

He stood looking straight at her. Their understanding was too offensively intimate, because they had never said a word to each other.

Karate moved slowly through the lobby. His gaze went to Belghazi and his eyes hardened in a way that would mean nothing to most people but that meant a great deal to me. From this gaze I understood Karate wasn't looking at a man. No. What I saw instead was a hunter acquiring a target.

A trick of vocabulary: we say to develop a photograph '; but what the chemical action develops is undevelopable, an essence (of a wound), what cannot be transformed but only repeated under the instances of in-sistence (of the insistent gaze). This brings the Photo-graph (certain photographs) dose to the Haiku. For the notation of a haiku, too, is undevelopable: everything is given, without provoking the desire for or even the pos-sibility of a rhetorical expansion.

She looked at Danny. His face was all eyes. His mouth was pressed into a frightened, bloodless slit.

When we gaze at the world, we do not fathom the many layers of apparatus that underlie our unified visual experience, until neurological disease dissects them for us.

To encounter erotica designed to appeal to the other sex is to gaze into the psychological abyss that separates the sexes. Ã¢â'¬Â¦ The contrasts between romance novels and porn videos are so numerous and profound that they can make one marvel that men and women ever get together at all, much less stay together and successfully rear children."64

Would that I were the heaven, that I might be all full of love-lit eyes to gaze on thee.

his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively -- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.

Such a one do I remember, whom to look at was love.

The glance of Love is crystal clear.

In this, photography is the same thing as love. When my gaze, diving into the sea as my subject, converges with the act of photography, hot sparks fly at the point of intersection.

zag jij misschien dat ik naar jou, dat ik je zag en dat ik zag hoe jij naar mij te kijken zoals ik naar jou en dat ik hoe dat heet zo steels, zo en passant en ook zo zijdelings - dat ik je net zo lang bekeek tot ik naar je staarde en dat ik staren bleef. Ik zag je toen en ik wist in te zien dat in mijn leven zoveel is gezien zonder dat ik het ooit eerder zag: dat kijken zoveel liefs vermag.