Quotes About Gaze

His heart sank as her gaze passed over him, then her head whipped back.

Perhaps she likes to sit there with his eyes upon her. For now, it seems that nothing else of his will touch her.

The man was running his eyes over Finnigin's body in a decidedly greedy manner.

Eva's instinct was to flinch away from the demand for truth in Lily's hot eyes.

The woman directed a scorching gaze at Barbara and Othman, hardly bothering to disguise the suspicion in her eyes that here was a moneyed middle-aged housewife out with her bit of rough. The suspicion was peppered with resentment and envy disguised as scorn.

The black beast enjoyed impaling my brother with his scornful gaze, almost as much, I'm sure, as he would have enjoyed a more tactile impaling.

Her gaze was without heat, but held the power and might of the ocean itself.

She seemed to become more aloof, almost secretive. At times, her eyes would shine with a private passion. She would gaze off into the distance and her lips would drop open, very slightly.

I say this with the utmost respect, especially given your heroism last year …' She took hold of his hand and gave it a squeeze, gazing deep into his eyes. 'You're an idiot and no one cares what you think.

Yes! Let's swim!" said Jess. "Though you must promise not to stare in dismay at my podge when you see me in my bikini!" "And you must avert your gaze from my puny sticklike legs," said Fred. "It'll only be a matter of time before a bodybuilder comes up and kicks sand in my face.

He was standing very still with his arms folded, staring with poached egg eyes.

That glimpse, of herself alone at the heart of his gaze, only lasted an instant. His indifference to their audience struck her as a dare or a test. She didn't see as a counterindication to this angry idea of hers his hot blush as deep as her own; if her face was as red as a beet, his was red as a burn, he'd come out in lurid blotches that overlapped with his boy's patchy stubble to make a mess of his face.

its in her eyes

For a nanosecond, I meet her gaze.Despite the dark, I can see her eye color—it's the prettiest, strangest shade of blue I've ever seen in my life—piercing, dark, and shiny. And then she is gone.

Your eyes have the colour of the moon,

And then there was the way you cast your gaze, A coldness so chilling that it could cause a fire.

Not the way he looks, but specifically the way he looks at me threatens my inhibitions. It's all greedy yearning.

You amaze me and its hard for me to turn away and make it not so obvious that I'm looking at you.

Nobody has ever looked at me the way he's looking at me at this moment. Like I'm his possession. Like if anyone else were to touch me, he'd break both their legs and an arm for good measure.

Everytime he looked at her she felt brighter inside, and she yearned to keep his attention, to hold his gaze.

You are my shooting star, and I always make a wish every time I see you.

But he just stared at my eyes, as if searching for a stray eyelash. A free wish.

I fell in love with the expression in his eyes when he looked at me.

I see them and they see me but the lovers — we recognise one another: there is light in our eyes.