Quotes About Gaze

Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun.

Magnus gave Alec a sidelong look as they climbed the rickety stairs. Alec caught the glance, and his breathing quickened; his blue eyes were bright. Alec bit his lower lip, and Magnus stopped walking. It was only a momentary hesitation. But then Alec reached out and caught his arm, fingers tight above his elbow. 'Magnus', he said in a low voice.

Alex held her gaze. "I love you, Annie," he whispered hoarsely, and then he opened his arms to her. For a moment that seemed to last an eternity, Alex waited, silently praying for a miracle as he hadn't since childhood. Just one little miracle. "Please ..." he whispered raggedly. "Come here, Annie love.

One Indian was taller on horseback than all the rest, broader across the shoulders and chest. Hunter. She kept her gaze on him. A month ago she would have fled in panic. She would never run from him again.

Good-bye, Hunter." Reluctantly he released her and watched her lead the horse down the hill. At the base of the slope she turned and looked back. Their gazes met and held. Then she turned toward home and broke into a trot, the horse trailing behind her. Hunter shook his head. Only a White Eyes would walk when she had a perfectly good horse to ride.

Hunter stretched out beside her, head propped on one hand, his eyes never leaving her. She was acutely conscious of his gaze, and when it started to unnerve her, she finally turned to look at him. Banked embers of passion glowed in his eyes.

look into her eyes is to see

E adesso erano lì, di nuovo l'uno di fronte all'altra, e lui non poteva fare a meno di continuare a guardarla, come se i suoi occhi volessero insinuarsi dentro di lei.

quando passaron dentro col favore degli occhi di colei

but her gaze, although reminiscent of a serpent's unwinking watchfulness, was urbane.

Because she was still glaring at Carter as the pain took hold of her, he saw something few people get to witness: experience invading the gaze of an innocent.

The intensity of that gaze never unnerved her. He was Marc Chagall, and he looked at her neither as man nor father but as an artist in the throes of creation. It

I could see the longing in your eyes.

...his gaze wandered from the windows to the stars, as if he would have read in them something that was hidden from him. Many of us would if we could; but none of us so much as know our letters in the stars yet, — or seem likely to do it in this state of existence, — a few languages can be read until their alphabets are mastered.

I am looking your heart in the eye!

I eyed him. Are you really Jamaican? He returned my gaze evenly. Why do you think I'm not, sistah? I don't know, I said. I have to admit, pretty much everything I know about Jamaica comes from watching Cool Runnings , and I'm guessing a Disney movie about Olympic bobsledders isn't the most accurate reference material.

She was in a terrible state, for she found that she could neither take her eyes off him nor look at him.

Giovanni looked at me. And this look made me feel that no one in my life had ever looked at me directly before.

Her long narrow eyes darkened with whatever it was they were beginning to see.

the sun rose each morning to stare into my face with the blank but touching gaze of a lovely retarded child.

I think about her. I think about the first time I saw her.. I had a book in my hand and I was reading and for some reason I looked up...She didn't see me. She didn't see me, but I saw her.

Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at.

I always had the sense of being in the spotlight, being on stage, being looked at.

He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.