Quotes About Gaze

ahmo zan nikocitlewa, ahmo zan nikkocitta, amo zan niktemiki, ka ye onimitznottili, mistzinko onitlacis, 'I am not dreaming, not fantasising; for I have seen you, I have looked upon you.

They continued to watch each other from across the room, both frozen for a moment by the shadow of distant possibilities.

You are staring at me like you were going to eat me up.

because it was then, as he held her in his unwavering gaze, that she knew she was in love with him as well.

she was struck again by the intensity of his gaze. She wasn't used to being scrutinized this way—on the contrary, she often felt virtually invisible as she went through the well-worn circuit of her daily routines.

He kept staring at you all night. For a moment there, I thought his eyes were attached to you by an invisible string.

As God is my witness, I could do nothing but look upon her till the end of my days. I would need nothing else to keep me alive.

Pale as a candle flame in the dusk, tallow-pale, he stalked along, holding her hand, and Louie looked up and beyond him at the enfeebled stars. Thus, for many years, she had seen her father's head, a ghostly earth flame against the heavens, from her little height. Sam looked down on the moon of her face; the dayshine was enough still to light the eyeballs swimming up to him.

Draden didn't move, staying as still as any predator with his gaze fixed on his prey. No muscle moved.

He stared down into her eyes, holding her there like he could, just with his gaze, mesmerizing her. Keeping her captive, under his spell. A slow smile transformed the hard edges of his handsome face. He was so beautiful to her. A gorgeous man and she was falling more and more in love with him.

She had to steel herself to meet his gaze. It took courage but she managed to raise her lashes to meet all that dark blue. It was like looking at a turbulent night sky. Every time she did, he robbed her of her ability to breathe.

He remained silent, and the compulsion to look at him grew until she couldn't stand it. Her gaze met his and her heart nearly jumped out of her chest. Those eyes were every bit as hypnotic as his voice.

Her eyes caught him first thing. They were almost too big for her face. A very light brown, amber really, like a fine whiskey you spipped at night when you just wanted to lay it all down.

He rested his chin on her belly, his eyes that peculiar shade of Florentine gold. When his eyes were that color, his gaze seemed to burn his name right into her bones, branding her his.

Arya.' He looked down the silvery river and then back at Arya, and he gripped the hilt of Brisingr. He was so full of emotion, he trembled. He did not want to leave, but he knew he must. 'Stay with me-' Her gaze darted up. 'I cannot.' '...stay with me until the first curve in the river.' She hesitated, then nodded.

Your eyes are like inscrutable orbs!

There comes a day when the young girl glances in this manner. Woe to him who chances to be there! That first gaze of a soul which does not, as yet, know itself, is like the dawn in the sky. It

On a tant abusé du regard dans les romans d'amour qu'on a fini par le déconsidérer. C'est à peine si l'on ose dire maintenant que deux êtres se sont aimés parce qu'ils se sont regardés. C'est pourtant comme cela qu'on s'aime et uniquement comme cela. Le reste n'est que le reste, et vient après. Rien n'est plus réel que ces grandes secousses que deux âmes se donnent en échangeant cette étincelle.

One hardly dares to say, nowadays, that two beings fell in love because they looked at each other. That is the way people do fall in love, nevertheless, and the only way.

They were eyes no longer, but had become those fathomless mirrors which in men who have known the depths of suffering may replace the conscious gaze, so that they no longer see reality but reflect the memory of past events.

about the simple joy of seeing sunshine through clean glass, golden, pure as the gaze of God, and how it could lift one's spirit.

Isabelle couldn't look away. She was angry at him—she knew that, felt it—but as he came toward her, that anger dried up and blew away like dust beneath the longing that mattered so much more. Their gazes met, held; and then he was past her, reaching for the doorknob, going outside. The door clicked shut behind him.

But... but.. you're a postman." He held her gaze and suddenly she couldn't breathe. "I am a solider now, it seems.

She eyes me like a pisces.