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what we were both looking at.
headlights swung over and past me. I ignored them, staring
All eyes turned to look at us' would be a slipshod way of putting it; eyes don't turn anyway, heads do, but as our little group joined the fringe of the assembly, there was a discernible swivelling of attention in our direction.
He went down trying not to look long at her, as though she were the sun, but he saw her, as one sees the sun, without looking.
Watchfulness is experiencing a sudden glimpse of something without any qualifications - just the sudden glimpse itself.
The sidelong glance is what you depend on.
Eyes overlook objects unknown to mind.
caused everyone to lookCaused-- Adam Rigby
I stared, hoping my mouth hadn't dropped opened or anything embarrassing like that.
Still, how I nearly felt. In the midst of all that looking.
And it was a most remarkable, a most moving glance, as if for a moment a lighthouse had looked at me.
A skilled observer might notice there was something his gaze avoided. The same way you avoid meeting the eye of an old lover at a formal dinner, or that of an old enemy sitting across the room in a crowded alehouse late at night.
He felt like a man who, after straining his eyes to peer into the remote distance, finds what he was seeking at his very feet. All his life he had been looking over the heads of those around him, while he had only to look before him without straining his eyes. p 1320
The opposite of a glance ... is a glimpse: because in a glance, we see only for a second, and in a glimpse, the object shows itself only for a second.
Next time, you might want to look before you leap.
He was on the outside, looking in.-- C.l.stone
Suddenly, he caught another image.
To look is one thing, to see is another thing; to see is very difficult, normally; to look is to try to see. I have looked and I hope I have seen.
fell silent and did what the PUAs call triangular gazing, looking slowly from her left eye to her right eye and then to her lips to create suggestive sexual tension. She
It's tougher to look than to leap.
He was looking toward Diane. He was not looking at Diane, but in her vicinity. She could see his pupils. They were not dilated. They were dots. He was looking toward Diane, but his glance seemed to stop just short of where Diane was. He was smiling.
How much of life have I missed, he wondered, simply by failing to look? Or by looking and not seeing?
He hovered on unexceptionality.
To examine oneself makes good use of sight.
The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that it has come to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love because they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and in this way only.
One of Zaphod's heads looked away. The other turned round to see what the first was looking at, but it wasn't looking at anything very much.
He, too, stood looking at her for a moment
and it seemed to her that it was not a look of greeting after an absence, but the look of someone who had thought of her every day of that year. She could not be certain, it was only an instant, so brief that just as she caught it, he was turning ...
I promised myself I wouldn't be the first to look away, but I was.
Now when you say staring, are you including yourself in this assessment? I recall you taking in the view on several occasions."
"For the last time, I was not staring at you." I was a terrible liar. "Now, if you're done, I'd like to finish asking my question.
I'm not staring. I'm observing ... And what do you observe? ... A brave young woman who has always fought for what was right, even when it was unpopular.
As Shadow passed it he noticed that the newsreader was grinning and winking at him. When he was sure that no one was looking in his direction he gave the set the finger.
men's eyes were made to look and let them gaze
I tried to pay attention, but attention paid me.
I glance left, then to the right. Disoriented. Lost. Not knowing which way is home. But that's been the problem since the beginning. The root of all my evils.
Don't think you are looking at me because you are not.
stared at it for so long that I became lightheaded, just so I wouldn't lose my focus. If I had, the only thing that would come to mind
I always look ahead, to the side, but never back.
Belding hesitated and looked
realised where it was in the room he was looking and what it
For a moment there was an expression of greedy excitement in his eyes, like you see in the eyes of men when they are looking at woman who arouses their lust.
When you look out of your eyes at nature happening out there ... You're looking at you..
The writer should never be ashamed of staring. There is nothing that does not require his attention.
The eye seems to be responding to something living.
A point of perspection dances in the balance of the seer's vision.
saw his eyes scan my body from
Glance backward, look heavenward, reach outward, press onward
I turned, feeling steady but somewhat dazed, and looked from the hand, now on my elbow, up the strong arm, around the curve of the bulky shoulder, and over the angular jaw and chin, until my eyes met the breath-hijacking sight of Sir Handsome McHotpants's piercing blue eyes. I cringed.
It's okay to look back, just don't stare.
What are you looking at?-- Jesse Stone
He regarded her thoughtfully, and something about that look traveled up her spine like a trailed finger.
Sometimes you had to take a look at yourself and then look away.
my train of thought. "Look
I looked, and had an acute pleasure in looking,
a precious yet poignant pleasure; pure gold, with a steely point of agony: a pleasure like what the thirst-perishing man might feel who knows the well to which he has crept is poisoned, yet stoops and drinks divine draughts nevertheless.
Guarded curiosity.
glared an upset glare
We all look. The lucky find.
Glanced past Ben but didn't register him, his eyes floating out to an imaginary
He wondered if she wondered if he were watching her.
Fix your gazes on the invisible.
peered sideways up and gave a long slow whistle of call, then paused awhile in rapt attention, his even white teeth
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.
her ear, wondering if she'd heard him
Listen. I got three expressions: looking left, looking right and looking straight ahead.
He vaguely desired to walk around and around the body and stare; the impulse of the living to try to read in dead eyes the answer to the Question.
We stared at each other for a minute.
I look at everything. That's my job. I really do, every day. I think about everything.
Don't look back unless it's a good view.
I'm looking over a four-leaf clover that I overlooked before.
I look with wonder at that which is before me.
walked out to the deck that overlooked
Damen pushed himself up on an elbow, and propped his head on his hand, his fingers in his hair. He saw that Laurent was looking at him. Not watching him, as he did sometimes, but looking at him, as a man might look at a carving that has caught his attention.
astutely observes that a Man's sense of
reading the cover intently. "Must have been
The glance embroiders in joy, knits in pain, and sews in boredom.
When indifferent, the eye takes stills, when interested, movies.
Laughter is regional: a smile extends over the whole face.
Had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything;
Vision is more than looking.
I looked around for a fly to kill
Hello! Hunk getting naked time. You expected me not to look?
Never miss an opportunity of noticing anything of beauty ...
When you're sure of what you're looking at, look harder.
It was said that the view through the open window above the urinal, straight across the Bay to the Silver Span, was the finest obtainable from such a position anywhere in the world, but today Philip kept his eyes down. Foreshortened, yes, definitely.
He eyed the small, curvaceous woman with wispy, short hair the color of onyx,
I looked at her- she looked at me.
My ending, staring right at me from the very beginning.
I catch your eye. I, who had been thinking myself so vast, a temple, a church, a whole universe, confined and capable of being everywhere on the verge of things and here too, am now nothing but what you see.
You didn't realize what was passing you by until you slowed down a little bit to get a better look.
Be careful not to look so far ahead, that you miss what's in front of you
I looked down mostly but when I dared look at a person, I could see their ancestors and descendants. I could see events in their past and their future. I could see their infinity, I guess.
I looked at her, at first with the sort of gaze that is not merely the messenger of the eyes, but a window at which all the senses lean out, anxious and petrified, a gaze that would like to touch the body it is looking at, capture it, take it away and the soul along with it.
A man must know how to look before he can hope to see.
Look back, but never look down.
I saw his glance flick over me, like a horse trader assessing the value of a filly. Whenever I looked up the king's eyes were on me, whenever I looked away I was conscious of his stare still on my face. When
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.
We were eyeball-to-eyeball and the other fellow just blinked.
Even beauty diminishes with study. It is better to glance than gawk.
Stop a moment, cease your work, and look around you.
I'm not a good observer. I'm not proud of it.
I understand so very little. But I am not afraid to look: I am a good observer at last. My eyes are open, and I am not afraid.
I studied his face, and as I did, I realized that he was studying me, our thoughts tangling in mid-air for a moment.
If you didn't show me, I wouldn't stare.
Staring at him the
way she might stare at a beloved place she
was not sure she would ever see again, trying
to commit the details to memory, to paint
them on the backs of her eyelids that she
might see it when she shut her eyes to sleep.