Quotes About Gaze

It was all about eyes, the truth.

En ese estado febril, en el que otro, quizás, habría escrito versos, miraba atentamente los ojos de las mujeres con las que me cruzaba, esperando como respuesta esa misma mirada amplia y terrible. Nunca me acercaba a las mujeres que me contestaban con una sonrisa, pues sabía que a una mirada como la mía sólo podía contestar con una sonrisa una prostituta o una virgen.

I looked over at her face. I could see the light from my heartbeat on her tears.

After that, I was craftier with my observation, kept my head down and my eyes ready to leap away. But he was craftier still. At least once a dinner he would turn and catch me before I could feign indifference. Those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moments in my day that I felt anything at all. The sudden swoop of my stomach, the coursing anger. I was like a fish eyeing the hook.

I fixed my gaze on his. "Try," I said. For a long moment he stared at me. Then he turned and twitched off through the brush. I tell you, for all my spells, that was the first time I truly felt myself a witch..

At least once a dinner he would turn and catch me before I could feign indifference. Those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything at all.

They looked down on her; and she looked up through them.

Ah! dearest love, sweet home of all my fears, and hopes, and joys, and panting miseries, Tonight if I may guess, thy beauty wears a smile of such delight, As brilliant and as bright As when with ravished, aching, nassal eyes, Lost in a soft amaze I gaze, I gaze

How rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared the experience to gazing at the radiance of the sun." Jem still had his eyes closed. "If they mean it gives you a headache, they aren't wrong.

Faith is the gaze of a soul upon a saving God.

You cant have a man look at you for 5 seconds without you being insecure.

My eyes don't always sparkle. They only tend to only do that when I'm looking at you.

She did not use those gray eyes on me. If she had, I would have refused her. She waited only. It was true that [waiting] looked well on her. She seemed to fit into the air like a jewel in its crown.

I heard a humming, like before a spell is cast. His gaze was a honed blade. All this had been prologue. As if we were in a play, we stood.

What I desire will come to pass. There is no mitigation." That voice again, like shearing metal. I had stood in the presence of great gods before: my father and grandfather, Hermes, Apollo. Yet her gaze pierced me as theirs had not. Odysseus had said once she was like a blade honed to a hair's fineness, so delicate you would not even know you had been cut, while beat by beat your blood was emptying on the floor.

Esas milésimas de segundo donde se encontraban la línea de nuestras miradas eran el único momento de mi jornada en que yo sentía algo: el súbito vuelco en el estómago, el flujo de la ira. Era como un pez mirando desde el anzuelo.

Those half-seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything at all. The sudden swoop of my stomach, the coursing anger. I was like a fish eyeing the hook.

those seconds, half seconds, that line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that i felt anything at all

After that, I was craftier with my observation, kept my head down and my eyes ready to leap away. But he was craftier still. At least once a dinner he would turn and catch me before I could feign indifference. Those seconds, half-seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything at all. The sudden swoop of my sotmach, the coursing anger. I was like a fish eyeing the hook.

El gajo de la luna se empequeñeció más y más, pero yo seguí mirándola incluso cuando se me entornaron los párpados para sentir el brillo azafranado de su figura sobre los párpados.

Those seconds, half-seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything at all

Distaste ran over her face. Her eyes were not like a human's; they were black to their center and flecked with gold. I could not bring myself to meet them.

And we have not yet heard enough, if anything, about the female gaze. About the scorch of it, with the eyes staying in the head.

We have not yet heard enough, if anything, about the female gaze. About the scorch of it.