Quotes About Gaze

There was something strange about her eyes. They were mysteriously lacking in depth. They were lovely eyes, but they did not seem to be looking at anything. They were all surface, like glass eyes. But of course they were not glass eyes. They moved, and their lids blinked.

Back within those eyes there was a deep world, a world beyond time.

It almost hurt to look at that far-off sky.

Por qué me miras tan fijamente? -me preguntaba. -Porque eres bonita -respondía yo. -Eres la primera persona que me lo dice. -Es que yo soy el único que lo sabe.

His smiling face revealed a love too strong to be kept inside, but the feelings obviously rising inside him kept him from looking directly at Kikunojou. He gazed instead at Kikunojou's clear reflection on the water.

Philosophy is written in this grand book, the universe, which stands continually open to our gaze. But the book cannot be understood unless one first learns to comprehend the language and read the letters in which it is composed.

As an American writer, the literary tradition that I draw on the most is the Anglo-American one, and when you are writing in this tradition, the Orientalizing Western gaze is something you have to constantly push against as well as compromise with.

I want so much to open your eyes, cause I need you to look into mine

His blue eyes drilled into me. "Why are you doing this?" I shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know." He shook his head once like that wasn't good enough. "Why are you here?" His fingers shifted, the tips sending hot little sparks up my arm. He should look ridiculous with the blue washcloth covering half his face, but he didn't. He looked human and male and all too vulnerable right then. "Because you need someone.

His gaze was unreadable as he gazed down at her. "You and I need to talk." She shifted her feet. "About what?" "I think that's pretty obvious." "I must be dense, then." "We need to discuss this thing that's happening between us." "Nothing is happening between us." He arched a dark eyebrow at her. "Really? We can't be alone for five minutes without dry humping each other.

What clouds may wet the gaze without hope of emptiness within us?

If you want to be saved look at the face of your Christ.

her first glance at me would be bound to hold the question: have you forgiven me? And perhaps that still more critical question: will you bear with my love, and can you return it? That first moment when she would gaze up with a blush, a look of controlled and yet uncontrollable impatience, might be at once the most hazardous and decisive.

Después comprendí que esa mirada que atrae, que te envuelve y te desnuda a la vez, esa mirada de seductor consumado, era tu modo de mirar a todas las mujeres que se cruzaban en tu camino, a cualquier vendedora que te atendía, a cualquier criada que te abría la puerta. No eres consciente de la fuerza de esa mirada que tu ternura hacia las mujeres hace parecer más dulce y afectuosa en su insistencia.

Tu mirada distraída me acarició sin quererlo y en el acto, en cuanto se encontró con la atención de mis ojos, se convirtió en aquella manera tuya de mirar a las mujeres —cómo me estremecieron los viejos recuerdos—, esa mirada tierna que te envuelve y a la vez te desnuda, que te rodea y casi te toca...

There's something about blue eyes. The kind of blue that startles you every time they're lifted in your direction. The kind of blue that makes you ache for them to look at you again. Not the blue green or blue gray, the blue that's just blue. Cricket has those eyes.

There are truths that shield themselves behind veils, and are best spoken by implication. Even the sun veils himself in his own rays to blind the gaze of the too curious starer.

Look to the sky just before you die, cause it's the last time you'll ever see it.

She nods, not meeting his gaze, and steps out into the evening. It is raining, of course. The umbrella now does what its owner has never been able to manage, and Miss Dark goes home.

I come from Divisadero Street. Divisadero, from the Spanish word for 'division,' the street that at one time was the dividing line between San Francisco and the fields of the Presidio. Or it might be derived from the word divisar , meaning 'to gaze at something from a distance.' (There is a 'height' nearby called El Divisadero.) Thus a point from which you can look far into the distance

He turns to her, sunlight in his eyes.

Ä°ngiliz Hasta'n?n Ä°lk Cümlesi Genç kad?n bahçede çal???rken birden doÄŸrulup uzaklara bak?yor.

His gaze slammed into hers. 'I love you. Never forget that. Never forget...me.' He loved her. Emotion bubbled up in her throat, leaving her voice completely wrecked. 'Never,' she rasped.

His gaze held hers, and his voice was tender and rough. "Love me, Elizabeth." Elizabeth felt a tremor run through her entire body, but she looked at him without flinching. "I do.