Quotes About Gaze

They stood staring at each other's face, the only place their eyes were safe.

Palmer stood there, hanging from her eyes.

Our eyes kissed...

I stared across the crackling fire at Brenda, the glow lighting up her heart-shaped face. My love for her was carved into my bones.

I squint until I find Christopher's gaze. I wish he wouldn't look at me, and I also wish that he'd never stop.

A girl sees what she likes, a boy likes what he sees.

He looks up at her, and behind her, at the sky, which holds more stars than he ever has seen at one time, crowded together, a mess of dust and gems.

The Arnolfini Marriage by van Eyck

I think a lot of style is about attitude - posture, deportment, gaze and confidence. I saw that in my mum. She was a cleaner when we were growing up, but she had this stylish presence I admired.

The soul that can speak with its eyes can also kiss with a gaze.

Never look directly at the sun. Instead, look at the sunflower.

It's almost a relief, not having to stare at the sun.

They craned their heads like schoolboys to gaze at the malachite green fountain pen from London. It was an object well worth the attention of these five adult businessmen for three minutes.

God being infinite beauty, the soul united to Christ draws upon himself the admiring and tender gaze of the Angels, who, were they capable of any passion, would be filled with envy at his lot.

Beauty is a fruit which we look at without trying to seize it.

Eyes raised toward heaven are always beautiful, whatever they be.

Vitalidad: una mirada basta.

De blik die hij zich zo goed herinnerde van toen hij haar lesgaf, die uitdrukking van blanco, ongenaakbaar verzet, schuilde achter haar ogen.

He stopped what he was doing, and looked at her as if for the first time. His daemon turned her great tawny leopard eyes on her too, and under the concentrated gaze of both of them, Lyra blushed. But she gazed back fiercely.

How did you know it was me?' I have to ask. 'The way you looked at me,' she says, 'It couldn't have been anyone else.

And I look at her and she looks at me and it's like everything just opens up.

He was the corner that her eyes always strayed toward

She caught me looking at her. 'What?' she asked. 'Your lightness,' I said, hardly knowing what I was saying. 'It's disarming.

How did you know it was me?" I have to ask. "The way you looked at me," she says. "It couldn't have been anyone else." This