Best 85 quotes in «staring quotes» category

I could only stare, any sense that maybe I understood him evaporating as it always did. I'd glimpse something underneath, and he'd snatched it away so fast it left bruises that called me a fool for hoping for more.

If you stare at an object, as you do when you paint, there is no point at which you stop learning things from it.

I get paranoid about people staring at me. Even now I don't deal with people looking at me. I can't do it sometimes. I can't go out. I don't know how to react when people stare.

I hurl the glass teapot to the ground. we both stare at it, stunned. "it was supposed to break," I explain after a pause, " and that was going to signify that yes, I would throw something away . If I knew it wasn't right for me.

I kept staring into the blackness of the woods, drawn into the darkness as I always had been. I suddenly realized how alone I was. (But this is how you travel, the wind whispered back, this is how you've always lived.)

I felt like I was staring out across an ocean that I was going to have to swim from shore to shore before I could rest again.

If you sit on, sleep on, stare at, or touch something for more than an hour a day, spend whatever it takes to get the best.

If you stare at the center of the universe, there is coldness there. A blankness. Ultimately, the universe doesn't care about us. Time doesn't care about us. That's why we have to care about each other.

I see the children with their boredom and their vacant stares.

I just stood there staring, because while I've seen a lot of weird things, I hadn't ever seen that.

In the studio, I do try to have a thought in my head, so that it's not like a blank stare.

Let’s talk.” I pinned Red to his chair with my stare. I did deranged quite well, when the occasion required.

I stare at myself in the mirror and I think, 'Wow, I'm really great-looking.'... I think I'm the greatest, anyway.

It is the way to educate your eye and more. Stare, pry, listen, eavesdrop.

It’s sad to see them staring wistfully through the window when the door isn’t locked.

Just slap something on it when you see a blank canvas staring at you with a sort of imbecility.

Looking at cleavage is like looking at the sun. You don't stare at it, it's too risky. You get a sense of it and then you look away.

I stare at him coldly. "I do not care for needlework." I pause. "Unless it involves the base of the skull.

I would stare at maps of Delaware for hours.

No matter how much you keep encouraging someone who is blindfolded to stare through the cloth, he still won’t see a thing.".

Most New Yorkers want to look amazing, and they want you to understand that they look amazing, but they also want you to stop staring at them.

Our attempt at focusing must give way to the vacant all-embracing stare

Some days, who can stare at swathes of sky, leafage and bad-complected whale-gray streets, tailpipes and smokestacks orating sepia exhaust, or the smaller enthusiasms of pistil and mailbox key, and not weep for the world's darks on lights, lights on darks, how its half-tones stay unchanged in their changings, or how turning wheels and wind-trash and revolving doors weave us into wakefulness or dump us into distraction?

Remember where you came from.

Scott noticed Will staring at it and grinned. "Like what you see?" Woolsey Scott asked. "I do enjoy these surprise midnight declarations. Go along, have at it.

She can't see me staring at her cause I'm always wearing shades.

Talking to my wife, we stare at each other, saying, 'How is this happening? Why is this happening? Why now?' It's nothing I ever aspired to.

The canvas has an idiotic stare and mesmerises some painters so much that they turn into idiots themselves.

Television, I love it, everything that happened before television lumped together, never caused folks to turn on a street to stare at me, or waitresses to ask for autographs.

That is the ultimate power, to stare death in the face and be unafraid.

They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.

They say Australians get that ten-yard stare. It comes from the land and the horizon. You can see all around you for as far as you can see. So you just stare. I do it all the time.

Some said Delana was sucessful as a mediator because both sides would agree just to make her stop staring at them.

... the true seeing is within; and painting stares at you with an insistent imperfection.

To judge religion we must have it--not stare at it from the bottom of a seemingly interminable ladder.

Tris.” I keep staring. “Tris.” I finally look at him. “I just don’t want to lose you.

We are all humiliated by the sudden discovery of a fact which has existed very comfortably and perhaps been staring at us in private while we have been making up our world entirely without it.

We don't become heroes overnight." - One step at a time, eventually discovering we have the strength to stare it down.

What no wife of a writer can ever understand...is that a writer is working when he's staring out the window.

Tyson was still staring at Chiron in amazement. He whimpered like he wanted to pat Chiron's flank but was afraid to come closer. "Pony?

Because they’re wet, Noah’s jeans are a bit stubborn sliding down, but he’s successful, and in the mirror I’m drawn to his naked body. I love the raw power of his shoulder blades and the curve of his back that trails lower to his...my mouth dries out...oh, crap...his butt is...how do I describe something so exquisite? Everything about Noah is sexy, and as he bends to pull the jeans off his foot— “If you get in the shower with me, Echo, you’d get a better look and you’d warm up.”

Wendy: Why are you staring at me? Finn: Because you're standing in front of me.

When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.

Why did they come billions of miles just to stare at us? It's rude.

Whether or not storms come, we can not choose. But where we stare during a storm, that we can.

His first thought – what felt like his first thought ever, it formed so slowly in his brain – was that she looked like a doll. Just like a doll. Her eyes were large and bright and feline; her hair was chestnut, brushed to a hardwood shine, parted sharply and flowing to her thighs; her lips were cupid’s-bow-cute; her head was tilted to one side on a long, long neck. She had skin that had never seen sunlight, and wore no expression at all. He noticed her. And she noticed, and kept on noticing, him. Stanley looked down for a third and longer time. It wasn’t polite to stare. Not at girls. Or anyone. But especially not girls. Not even girls who looked like perfect porcelain dolls.

Bianca?” Startled, I focused on Toby again. “Hmm?” “Are you all right?” he asked. My fingers had been toying with the little B charm around my neck without my realizing it. Immediately I dropped my hand to my side. “I’m fine.” “Casey warned me that you’re probably lying when you say that,” he said. I gritted my teeth and searched the dance floor for my so-called friend. She was being added to my hit list. “And I think she’s right,” Toby sighed. “What?” “Bianca, I can see what’s going on.” He glanced over his shoulder at Wesley before turning back to me with a little nod. “He’s been staring at you since he got here.” “Has he?” “I can see him in the mirrors over there. And you’ve been staring back,” Toby said. “It’s not just tonight either. I’ve seen the way he looks at you during school. In the hallways. He likes you, doesn’t he?” “I… I don’t know. I guess.” Oh God, this was uncomfortable. I just kept spinning my straw between my fingers and watching the little waves that appeared on the surface of my drink. I couldn’t meet Toby’s gaze. “I don’t have to guess,” he said. “It’s pretty obvious. And the way you look at him makes me think you’re in love with him, too.” “No!” I cried, releasing my straw and glaring up at Toby. “No, no, no. I am not in love with him, okay?” Toby gave me a small smile and said, “But you do have feelings for him.” I couldn’t see any sign of pain in his eyes, just a touch of amusement. That made it a lot easier to give him an answer. “Um,… yeah.” “Then go to him.” I rolled my eyes without meaning to. It was just so automatic. “Jesus, Toby,” I said, “that sounds like a line out of a bad movie.” Toby shrugged. “Maybe, but I’m serious, Bianca. If you feel that way about him, you should go over there.

Dreaminess is, among other things, a state of suspended recognition, and a response to too much useless and complicated factuality. Its symptoms can be a long-term interest in the weather, or a sustained soaring feeling, or a bout of the stares that you sometimes can not even know about except in retrospect, when the time may seem fogged.

God bless your soul, you're a horrible liar." Logan smiled as he leaned back on the door. "Answer me this Rachel?" he said placing his hands on his waist. "Why do you keep staring at me?

He stared for ten seconds or more, which, when eating a chocolate cake isn't much, but when staring, is.