Quotes About Glance

Love had to be deeper than that, than a glance over tea, which was indicative but not dispositive.

You talk more when you're nervous," he said, still standing close to her. "No i don't. That's absurd. I'm just trying to explain to you-" "Do i make you nervous?" "No. I'm not nervous." "You're trembling." "I'm cold. I'm wearing practically zero clothes." His glance went to her lips, then back to her eyes. "I noticed.

She glanced at Naiginn's profile. Torak was right, he did smile too much. Torak only smiled when he had a reason, and then it was worth waiting for.

He casts a sheep's eye at the wench.

We were on Barrow Street now. "Who is the man with the scar?" I said. She shot me a glance, and her face hardened. "You saw him?" "How could I miss? He was the real center of attention. Didn't you go to the opening at all?" "No" She said. "And just because you saw him doesn't mean he was there.

She looked at him, at his sly eyes and stubbled tonsure.

A sudden presence like a burst of song, like the wind singing in a burning building, a glance that holds the world and all its seas and mountains dangling in the air, body of light filtered through an agate, thighs of light, belly of light, the bays, the solar rock, cloud-colored body, color of a brisk and leaping day, the hour sparkles and has a body, the world is visible through your body, transparent through your transparency,

There are some people at whom one only has to glance for one's throat to tighten and one's eyes to fill with tears of emotion. These people make one feel as if a stronger memory of our former innocence remains in them, as if they were a freak of nature, not entirely battered by the Fall. Perhaps they are messengers, like the servants who find a lost prince who's unaware of his origins, show him the robe that he wore in his native country, and remind him how to return home.

A hint of fire in his eyes, he glanced up at her. "If that displeases you, lass, I can leave you here for the next savior who comes along.

You never did master a leer." - Katharine Murray, Death on the Family Tree

Life, like the trance we call Love, might begin with a look, a glance, an exchange between eyes

Ich lache. Ich johle. Ziemlich morbide. Jasper wirft mir von der Seite einen peinlich berührten Hundeblick zu.

Grace glanced around; just a