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Quotes About Gaze

Her eyes were a poem; their every glance was a song.
~ Theophile Gautier
Ochii ei erau cu adev?rat poem iar privirile alc?tuiau fiecare un cântec.
~ Theophile Gautier
there is no longer beauty or consolation except in the gaze falling on horror, withstanding it, and in unalleviated consciousness of negativity holding fast to the possibility of what is better.
~ Theodor W. Adorno
Who can believe that there is no soul behind those luminous eyes?
~ Theophile Gautier
Ninety per cent of what we look at is the male gaze. They don't see themselves anymore.
~ Celine Sciamma
Me he fijado en el modo en que la miras. Los ojos pueden delatar los sentimientos de un hombre. Los ojos siempre dicen la verdad.
~ Nicholas Sparks
he'd been watching her always, he was probably watching her now.
~ Nicholas Sparks
our eyes locked in one of those looks that sometimes happen between strangers, when both wordlessly agree that reality contains sinkholes whose depths neither can ever hope to fathom.
~ Nicole Krauss
Part of you thought: Please don't look at me. If you don't, I can still turn away. And part of you thought. Look at me.
~ Nicole Krauss
Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.
~ Nietzche
Thinking of Macintosh's reaction to Veronica, Grant felt a wave of empathy. Poor kid's going to be mooning like a puppy for a month. Did you have to smile at him? Really,Grant.He can't be more than fifteen. Old enough to break out in a sweat, he commented. Hormones, she murmured as she found Fairfield's sparse selection of wine. They just need time to balance. Grant's gaze drifted down and focused as she bent over. It should only take thirty or forty years, he muttered.
~ Nora Roberts
She'd like to bounce me off the ceiling. Oh aye,that she would, but she's not trying it at the moment.You're doing well, too. His gaze lifted until his eyes met Keeley's. As natural at this as she is.Blue bloods, both of you. Are we making history,Brian? Bet on it, he told her and kissed Betty just above the nose.
~ Nora Roberts
I like looking at you.
~ Nora Roberts
eyes of absolutely clear and perfect blue. Her
~ Nora Roberts
When nobody will look at you, you can stare a hole in them. Picking out all the little details you'd never stare long enough to get if they'd even just return your gaze, this, this is your revenge.
~ Chuck Palahniuk
I look like him, only he has a calm gaze, and my eyes look around me. I am a man of motion, not of immobility. And this is the centre of the problem. Denied motion, the strain begins. The static personality is a prison:
~ Colin Wilson
And then she was looking up into the deep-set, dark eyes of the Marquess of Rockley.
~ Colleen Gleason
And that's the end," she said, and she saw in his eyes, as the interest of the story died away in them, something else take its place; something wondering, pale, like the reflection of a light, which at once made him gaze and marvel. Turning, she looked across the bay, and there, sure enough, coming regularly across the waves first two quick strokes and then one long steady stroke, was the light of the Lighthouse. It had been lit. -To The Lighthouse.
~ Virginia Woolf
In her eyes shone the sweetness of melancholy.
~ Virginia Woolf
And if someone should see, what matter they?
~ Virginia Woolf
Eyes—wild, laughing, yet desperate—
~ Virginia Woolf
She looked at Peter Walsh; her look, passing through all that time and that emotion, reached him doubtfully; settled on him tearfully; and rose and fluttered away, as a bird touches a branch and rises and flutters away.
~ Virginia Woolf
Her look, passing through all that time and that emotion, reached him doubtfully; settled on him tearfully; and rose and fluttered away, as a bird touches a branch and rises and flutters away.
~ Virginia Woolf
No jewels, save my eyes, do I own, but I have a rose which is even softer than my rosy lips. And a quiet youth said: 'There is nothing softer than your heart.' And I lowered my gaze..." I wrote back telling Liza that her poems were bad and she ought to stop composing. Sometime later I saw her in another cafe, sitting at a long table, abloom and ablaze among a dozen young Russian poets. She kept her sapphire glance on me with a mocking and mysterious persistence.
~ Vladimir Nabokov