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Here is Margo Roth Spiegelman, five feet away from me, her lips chapped to cracking, makeup-less, dirt in her fingernails, her eyes silent. I've never seen her eyes dead like that, but then again, maybe I've never seen her eyes before.
If I look confused it's because I'm thinking.
her eyes are unfathomable to me, hostile, even, as if she had removed herself to a place where I cannot reach her - somewhere I cannot know.
He has the thousand-yard stare.
My eyes are open and I'm not seeing a thing because I am so lost inside.
Shprintzl Rudashevsky's wide face takes on a philosophical, even mystic, blankness. She looks like she's wetting her pants and enjoying the warmth.
I look into myself and find perfect emptiness.
He had a thousand-year-old stare.
...radiating honest ignorance
I asked myself at the time: how is it that she is not astonished at herself, that she keeps her mouth closed, and expresses nothing of any wonderment?
When things are baffling they usually don't unbaffle themselves.There's just, you know, a certain amount of baffling stuff that always, like, really baffles you, and I've found that it's best to accept bafflement whenever it comes along, and then move on.
He was reading. I was struck dumb with amazement.
With a most intent and searching gaze
She stood motionless like that for
Amazement and astonishment express the momentary overwhelming of the mind by something beyond expectation. Amazement is an emotional response, astonishment an intellectual one.
It was like a bunch of lizards watching the World Cup. Politely put, they weren't sure what they were looking at. But
They stare at her, not seeing the woman she is or the girl she was none too long ago, but a mere puzzle. An intractable puzzle - bemusing and a little frustrating, but capable of being solved nonetheless.
My mind is boggled,
Guarded curiosity.
I noticed for the first time that his expression was completely changed - strangely expressionless, eyes out of focus. He seemed to be staring into a void.
motionless, waiting
The incomprehensible pleases us, the inexplicable is our friend.
His face is more open than an open book, like a wall of graffiti really. I realize I'm writing wow on my thigh with my finger, decide I better open my mouth and snap us out of this impromptu staring contest.
One thing in life is for certain, the more profoundly baffled you have been in your life, the more open your mind becomes to new ideas.
Someone once asked me what was the weirdest question I was ever asked. And I was stymied.
Russell didn't reply. He was dumbstruck by
Brilna, meanwhile, had attached a vacant look to her face, one that she applies when confused, a common occurrence, thus a frequent application.
Bewilderment increases in the presence of the mirrors.
It's just plain learning something that you didn't know. There is a real aesthetic experience in being dumbfounded.
They turned a distracted gaze on the world, wide-eyed, somehow, and questioning.
I have spent twenty years trying to understand the look in her eyes. Was it love or hatred, contempt or pity, bewilderment or understanding? I shall never know.
I look at you, and I think about you, and ... I don't know. No one has ever confounded me the way you do.
Only idiots, dreamers and lovers stare, my mother used to say. And she doesn't look much like a dreamer
Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?
Gazzy called over to me "I can't see anything!"
"I can't see anything either," Iggy complained.
"I'm rolling my eyes, Ig." I had to tell him that because he couldn't see me do it, what with his blindness and all.
I'm staring, emotionless, into a pair of unfamiliar, dark eyes. I feel as though I'm staring at two eyes I've never seen before, despite the fact that I've more than likely looked at these eyes on a daily basis since I was old enough to reach a mirror.
It was the look you get when facing a sudden and insurmountable danger: the errant truck, the shaky ladder, the crazy person who pins you to the linoleum and insists, with increasing urgency, that everything you know and love can be undone by a grape.
I have a professional acquaintance whose recent eyelid job has left her with a permanent expression of such poleaxed astonishment that she looks at all times as if she had just read one of my books.
Beauty can never really understand itself.
Obviously baffled he scrunched his brows and pinched his lips.
Staring at her, his reasons are lost to me.
He caught the look on her face, a mixture of distaste and confusion which eventually resolved into something more cryptic. Women usually needed to be acquainted with him a little longer before he saw that expression on their faces.
There is such a thing as the courage in remaining baffled.
A FACE SEEN OUT of context creates confusion.
Plain as a nose in a man's face.
they are mystified by certain instances.
window, staring at
Total confusion, disconnected nothing, absolute bewilderment. It's an enigma wrapped in a mystery, stuffed in a burrito, and smothered in taco sauce.
You're staring at me."
"I am not. I'm just ... thinking. Without blinking.
The eyes get in the way of the mind.
Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever.
Oh my God, I can't believe I actually said that out aloud.
Neither could he. The fact that she saw him as so sexually appealing was enough of a surprise to render him speechless. He was numb. Even the dissonance cut off - likely reading his reaction as one of complete unemotionality.
Pensive they sit, and roll their languid eyes.
I do not understand; I pause; I examine.
The canvas has an idiotic stare and mesmerises some painters so much that they turn into idiots themselves.
Your eyes were too intense to stare into for long.
I flamed amazement
Those eyes, seemingly without mystery, are like certain closed cities, such as Lyons and Zurich, and they hypnotize me as do empty theaters, deserted prisons, machinery at rest, deserts, for deserts are closed and do not communicate with the infinite.
You're staring."
"Can't 'elp meself, he replied. You were made to be stared at.
Their faces were zealously blank, their eyes filled with bland fire.
That got me a look so intense I was unable to interpret it - like the way cats sometimes fix on you. What they mean by the look is completely beyond understanding; but it's meant for you, you alone.
Poise and indifference so often look the same.
I'm very garrulous, but I don't say anything.
Sometimes my mind boggles. It's so deep my mind actually boggles.
Wardrobe of Denial. Blanchie glanced
He had the look of an atheist who'd just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.
Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin,' thought Alice 'but a grin without a cat! It's the most curious thing i ever saw in my life!
I don't know. No one has ever so completely confounded me the way you do.
Wonder. Go on and wonder.
Willing Suspension of Disbelief
He looked up at me, stuttered a few times, and then seemed to forget what he was saying altogether. I didn't say anything, or act surprised that he stopped talking. I just stared at him, feeling my heart pounding in my throat.
"Wow." He said.
"What?"
"You just left me speechless.
He has the strangest expression on his face- the emotional equivalent of 404 PAGE NOT FOUND.
Everything's weird if you stare at it.
He gives me the stare that only men can do. The mouth tightening exasperation stare.
Keep looking at me," she said, laughing as though we were having an amusing conversation. "He's staring at you. And I mean staring. That boy is undressing you with his eyes. Can you feel it?" Her expression was triumphant.
Could I feel his stare? I can now, thanks, I thought.
Not everything has an answer. Alma found this to be such a staggering piece of intelligence that she was struck dumb by it for several hours. All she could do was sit and ponder the notion in an amazed stupor.
I didn't say a word but stared
At Derek, still a little hazed.
He stared back, uncertain, scared,
Still unbelieving and amazed.
I don't know if it's a stare or if it's something I do with my eyes when I'm really focused in on someone or something. Apparently it comes out every now and then,
blissful as ignorance,
Mac looked up with the oddest of all his odd expressions
We live in a bewildering world.
I have to force myself even to move my eyeballs. It's so easy just to stare.
When I stepped outside, Vikram blinked a couple of times.
"You are surprisingly lovely."
"You are unsurprisingly insulting.
Had stood there silently, watching, without interest or purpose, like a chemical compound on a photographic plate, absorbing visual shapes because they were there to be absorbed, but unable ever to form any estimate of the objects of her vision.
He is tired out from the effort of deciphering the world. Tired from the effort of smiling at the foe.
Stark raving mad.
She was seriously staring.
Which was what you did when you got a gander at a man who is hung like a Louisville Slugger.
discombobulated around
She looks like there are no words inside her at all, like language has taken a vacation from her life and left her alone.
You might have said that his look was thoughtful until you realized that he was not a thoughtful man. It was the earnest and contained look of those who are a little hard of hearing or a little stupid.
Amazement and wonder signify that one's concepts of self and of the world and of other people are ready to be re-formed.
The tantalizing discomfort of perplexity is what inspires otherwise ordinary men and women to extraordinary feats of ingenuity and creativity; nothing quite focuses the mind like dissonant details awaiting harmonious resolution.
A stare is really nothing more than what you're thinking inside.
Trade your cleverness for bewilderment.
Willingness to be puzzled is a valuable trait to cultivate, from childhood to advanced inquiry.
No phrase can convey the idea of surprise so vividly as opening the eyes and raising the eyebrows. A shrug of the shoulders would lose much by translation into words.
Mystery bores me. It chores me. I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me.
Stunned cannot adequately describe how I feel right now. I am bursting with emotion - a volcanic mixture of happiness and sadness and adoration -
Jane gave me an expression she called the "stink-eye." I returned it with the bitch-brow. And we sat back and let the two expressions battle it out.
"What do we do now?" Andrea whispered to Gabriel.
"Stay still and try not to attract their attention?" Gabriel whispered back.
No. This has to do with drugs."
My jaw fell open and I almost lost my toothbrush. "You're on drugs?"
She pressed her mouth together. "No. You are."
"I'm on drugs?" I asked, stunned. I had no idea.